Cute Girls

*Chapter 10 – The Prospect of Sleeping Alone*

A man walks into a bar…

Nothing unusual in that. He’s walked into this particular bar practically every night. Tonight though, there’s a difference. Sabine is away.

She has a modelling assignment in Manchester. Not a very glamorous assignment, it should be said, just catalogue work but it pays the bills. This will be their first night apart in – how long have they been together? Ten weeks is seventy nights, plus two ‘coz it’s Wednesday. This would have been their seventy second night together.

“Hi Dan. Why the long face?” Ernesto’s by the door, doing the meet and greet bit as usual.

“Evening Ernie. Sabine’s out of town for three days. Remember?”

Ernesto should remember. He’s given her the time off.

“What you need my friend, is beer. The world of the single man always looks better through green glass.” Ernesto accompanies Daniel to the bar. “Gail.” He calls over one of the bar staff, a very cute, very petite and very outspoken South African faux redhead. “Gail. Give Dan his usual. Someone’s stolen his favourite toy.” With a pat on the back for our hero, Ernesto leaves him to it.

“Missing her already? Man! You must have it bad.” Gail knows all about Sabine’s absence. Two other girls are away on the same job. “Heineken. Right?”

“Cheers.” He watches the bottle in front of him, the wisp of vapour in the neck, the ice water trickling down the sodden label.

A striped drinking straw pops into the neck of the bottle, bobbing up and down. It snaps him out of his reverie.

“You didn’t pick it up so I thought perhaps your hands weren’t working again.” Gail grins at him. It’s hard to be down when pretty girls are teasing you. Daniel finds his spirits lifting.

“Sarcastic wench.” He picks the straw out of his beer, flicking it at her. “I actually only came in for dinner. Can I order a steak sandwich and some of those baby baker things?”

“Sure Honey. Barbeque sauce, sour cream and chive or salsa?”

Daniel looks at her blankly.

“Dip? With your BBs.”

“Oh. Barbeque I guess.”

“And how d’you take your steak?”

“Rare”

“That’s one steakwich, still bleeding, a side order of BBs and barby sauce, coming right up.”

Gail disappears for a moment to pass his food order through to the kitchen. Daniel catches himself checking her out. Nice wiggle. He looks quickly back at his beer and, at last, picks up the bottle and drinks.

“So Honey.” Gail’s back. “What time is she calling you?”

“She texted me earlier to say she’ll ring sometime after nine.” There’s no point being coy about it.

“Ok, well this is how it works: If you sit there for two hours contemplating your beer, people will begin to think this isn’t a fun place to be. Seeing as how Ernesto bought you the beer, the very least you can do is look cheerful so as not to scare off his paying customers. Deal?”

“Deal.” Daniel manages a wistful smile. And pushes an empty bottle across the bar. “More beer please.”

“There you go” Cold Heineken materializes in front of him. One of the waitresses – She’s new. He doesn’t know her name – puts his sandwich on the end of the counter. Gail brings it over. “Eat, drink and try to be merry.” She nicks one of his baby bakers, popping it past her pearly teeth, winks and leaves him to his own devices.

“Honey, I don’t want to be a ball-breaker, ‘coz I know you’re trying but Ernesto hires eye candy for a reason and all you’ve looked at for ten minutes is your plate.” Gail has come to collect his empty plate and, blatantly contradicting herself, break his balls.

“Are you and Sabine related? You sound just like her, apart from the German accent. Anyway, I did check you out when you went to the kitchen.”

“And I thought I was losing my touch. Another Heineken?”

“Why not. One for the road.”

Daniel did make it his last too, before settling his bill and heading on home with an hour to spare.

Sabine’s day had been tiring. There’s nowhere near as much glamour in the modelling business as people think and this was about as unglamorous as it got. She’d spent the afternoon having the middle two feet of her body photographed in about a hundred different pairs of panties. And what had she to look forward to tomorrow? Bra and brief sets and a couple of basques that, but for the fact she was being paid, she wouldn’t wear in a month of Sundays.

There’d been about a dozen girls on the shoot, all different sizes. Afterwards, a couple of the dressers had offered to show them what nightlife Manchester had to offer midweek. Sabine stuck with the group as far as a restaurant with a half decent salad bar but headed back to the hotel after dinner, more interested in calling Daniel than crawling bars.

*Chapter 11 – Phone calls and interruptions*

“Hi Liebchen, how was your day?” One ring. That’s all the phone managed before Daniel got to it.

“Guten abend, Liebling. Modelling is langweillig. I want to come home.”

“Langweillig? – Oh! Boring.”

“Yah. Boring. So I can come home. Yah?”

“Liebchen, you can come home any time you want. God knows I miss you. But I thought you needed the money.”

“Yah. I need the money. So I must stay and be bored.”

He can practically hear the corners of Sabine’s mouth turning downward.

“What’s the hotel like?”

“Ok I think. But I must share a room. The agency only paid for two rooms for four girls.” She doesn’t sound overly happy about this either.

“Who are you sharing with? Anyone I know?”

“No. Jules und Teresia are in the other room. I am with Karen. She does not work in Southside. I think you will not know her.”

” I had dinner in Southside tonight. Gail was giving me a hard time for being down in the mouth.”

“Down in the …?”

“Glum, unhappy. I wasn’t very cheerful because you’re so far away.”

“So. Did she show you her tattoo?”

“No.”

“Tomorrow you must ask her to show you. It will cheer you up.”

“Ok. I’ll ask her tomorrow night. Tell me what you did today that was so boring.”

“I had to wear one hundred different panties while the photographer took pictures of them.” She exaggerates a little, but not much.

“A nice job for the photographer, getting paid to look at your crotch all afternoon. Were they sexy panties?”

“Some were sexy I think. The strings. But most were plain und big. The photographer is not nice. He asked two of us if we would stay behind und earn some extra money.”

“And what did you say?” Daniel can kind of understand why the guy would ask.

“I said no. The clothes are for the catalogue. What it inside is for my boyfriend only.”

“Not true.”

“Why not?”

“You play with it as much as I do.”

“Yah. This is so.” She giggles on the other end of the line.

“Makes me hard just thinking about it.” Daniel strokes his crotch, noting that, inside his jeans, his penis is at least half awake.

“Yah?”

“Well almost hard.”

“How was work for you?” Sabine changes the subject.

“Nothing special. You can read it all in the morning. Now stop trying to change the subject. We were discussing my almost-hard-on.”

“Ok Leibling. I have to go to the bathroom. Eine moment.” There are muffled noises of someone moving around a room, a door closing, the phone being put down and picked up again. Then there’s the familiar tinkle of water on water. Sabine is holding her mobile phone close to her fotze while she pees. Daniel is struggling to open the buttons on his Levi’s with one hand, against the tension of his rapidly rising cock. He succeeds just as he hears the toilet flush. “It is hard now. Yah?” Sabine’s voice comes back on the line.

“Hell yeah! Where exactly are you?”

“In my room.”

“Alone?”

“Yah. Alone. Karen went out with the other girls. I think she will not be back soon.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Your pink shirt und a black string.” The shirt in question has been a favourite of hers since their first morning together. Daniel isn’t surprised it caught the same train as her.

“Touch it for me. I can’t reach from here.” Daniel’s hand slowly pumps his cock as he visualizes her on a hotel bed in her underwear.

“Yah. It is so soft, so warm, so…” Her voice trails off as her fingers roam over the tight black cotton of her thong. She can clearly see the outline of her labia under the clinging fabric. One finger runs up and down the fissure between them, accentuating the groove. “Are you very har-”

“Oh! Sorry!” Sabine’s roommate walks in. “Sorry. I…I…didn’t mean to disturb…sorry.” After a few seconds embarrassed stammering, she beats a hasty retreat, closing the door behind her.

“What was that?” Daniel heard a second voice but doesn’t know whose.

“That was Karen. She is upset I think. I will call you back. K?sse.” Sabine hangs up, hops off the bed and opens the door. Fortunately, Karen is the only person in the corridor and the lift hasn’t arrived. Sabine hurries barefoot - and practically bare-assed, though the shirttails provide some cover – to intercept her roommate.

“Karen. What is wrong?” Sabine’s tone and expression radiates concern.

“I…I…didn’t mean to interrupt. I should have knocked first.”

“Nein. It is your room too. I was calling my boyfriend. That is all.”

Karen lowers her eyes. Oblivious to the fact Sabine has manoeuvred her halfway back to the room. She’s just walked in on a stranger masturbating and she’s more than a little shaken by it. They’ve reached the room. Sabine closes the door and flops down on her bed.

“It is the first night we have not been together.” Sabine offers an explanation but gets only a puzzled, slightly bunny-in-the-headlights look in response. “My boyfriend and I.” She elaborates. “We have been together for ten weeks.”

“Listen. If you want to call him back, I can go down to the bar for a drink.” Karen’s already had quite a bit though, which is probably why everything needs explaining twice. Still, it’s a thoughtful suggestion.

“I do not mind if you stay. Daniel will like it, I think.”

“Sabine, you do know I don’t do girls?” Karen gets the crazy notion she’s being hit on. Wonder where she got that idea?

“So. But you are not curious?”

Karen can’t meet Sabine’s gaze. She had fled in confusion and embarrassment but, at the lift, she’d felt more than a little excited. She can rationalize it any way she likes but her nips are like diamonds and, yes, she’s curious. She’s had a few lesbian fantasies, but nothing more than daydreams and never had the courage to act on them.

Sabine interprets silence as consent and picks up her phone to call Daniel back.

Daniel was taken aback. Things were just getting sexy when Sabine gabbled something about some other girl and hung up. Oh well, at least he now had time to undress properly. He got naked, and stretched out on the bed – it still smelled of Sabine, hints of cinnamon and musk – stretched out on the bed to nurse his erection and wait for her to call. He didn’t have long to wait.

“Hi Liebchen What was all that about?”

“My roommate came in. She was embarrassed but we have talked und she is ok now I think.”

“So she’s there?” Daniel’s heart sinks at the prospect of not being able to finish what they’d started.

“Yah. Karen is here. I think maybe she will stay. Are you still hard?”

“Hell yes. But I guess I’ll just have to jerk off later, seeing as you have company.”

“Now is good. I am still wet. You do not mind that Karen watches me. Yah?”

“Are you kidding? My cock’s twitching just thinking about it. Are you touching yourself now?”

“Only my string. It is very damp.”

“Put your hand inside your panties. Touch it properly.” Daniel massages his cock with slow, long strokes.

“Yah. That feels good.” Sabine’s hand burrows past the black cotton until her palm is pressed over her clit and her fingers can curl down between the tops of her thighs. She spreads her legs wide enough to allow four fingers side by side.

Karen is silent. She can’t take her eyes off Sabine’s crotch. Not that she has a particularly good view: the beds are adjacent so she can’t actually see between Sabine’s legs. She can smell the sex in the air though and, in a pervy way, its really hot.

“Are you wet enough to get your fingers in?” Daniel’s mental image of the action in the hotel room is building up nicely.

“Yah. I am very wet.” Sabine slips two fingers past her labia easily. She really is soaking. “I have two already.” She works them in and out with increasing speed. She can hear them squelching. She hopes Karen can hear it too.

“Let me hear you lick your fingers.”

“Yah.” Sabine extracts her sticky fingers and sucks on them noisily. Karen’s eyes follow them, unblinking. “Mmm. Liebling. It tastes like your cock.”

“That’s because my cock has usually been where your fingers were. How’s your audience?”

“I think she likes to watch me.” Sabine glances at Karen to make sure she’s ok with all this. Karen won’t meet her eyes but looks back at Sabine’s panties instead.

“Take off your panties. Be naked for me. Be naked in front of her.” Daniel’s cock has started weeping seminal fluid. He paces his hand, not wanting to come until Sabine is ready too.

“Yah Liebling.” She pushes the moist thong down her thighs, wiggling her legs to work it down past her knees, her calves, her ankles. She kicks it aside and spreads her legs as wide as possible. “I shall take your shirt off too. Yah?”

“Yes.” Daniel’s voice is husky with pent up lust.

Sabine slowly unbuttons the shirt, sits up to slip it off her shoulders and discards it. She lies back, this time across the bed so, as her thighs part wide then wider, she is completely exposed to Karen. She closes her eyes, laying her head back on the bedspread. Karen can watch or not. It doesn’t matter. “I am naked now.” She wants Daniel to tell her exactly what to do, as if he were here to do it himself.

“Your fingers.”

“All of them. Yah?” Four fingers isn’t a problem for her as long as they’re her own. She has quite small hands. With Daniel’s fingers she can only comfortably manage three straight off.

“All of them. Yes.” His cock is aching he is so hard for her. “Let me hear you fuck yourself with them.”

Sabine reaches for her fotze. Two fingers sheath themselves as easily as before, two knuckles deep between her tender, coral pink petals. A few deep plunges into herself then a third finger, then a fourth. She pumps them in and out furiously, her head thrashing to and fro as she loses herself in her own pleasure.

Daniel wanks harder and faster, spurred on by the sighs, the moans, the guttural, non-vocal sounds of his lover. He can tell she’s close to coming. A few strokes of her clit and she’ll be screaming. He races to catch up with her.

Karen watches, eyes wide and mouth open. She can’t believe what’s going on. She’s so not comfortable with this but the fascination is undeniable. The stink of sex fills her nostrils; the sound of Sabine’s fingers slurping in and out is obscene. The shamelessness is overwhelming. She can feel her own sex moistening, but she’s really not ready to do anything about it.

“Your clit.” Daniel gasps, pounding his fist. “Rub your clit. Come for me. Make me come.”

Sabine happily complies, leaving her gaping hole empty, filled only by Karen’s burning gaze, to lash her clitoris, riding white water on a river of ecstasy until she crashes over the roaring falls of climax, screaming all the way down into the engulfing deep, surfacing from near oblivion exhausted, clutching at ragged breaths.

Daniel grunts as Sabine’s screams precipitate his own orgasm. Semen erupts from his iron hard cock, boiling over his clenched fist, spattering his stomach and his thighs and trickling down his length to soak his heavy balls.

“Swallow it for me. Liebling.” Sabine heard him come too. Now she listens to the faint sound of Daniel slurping his come off his fingers. He’s being as noisy about it as possible. “Vielen dank, mein liebe herr.”

“Thank you Liebchen. Is Karen still with us?”

Sabine opens her eyes, looking down between her breasts and spread knees. Yes, Karen is still there but she turns her face away as soon as Sabine’s look breaks the spell.

“Yah. She is here still. She enjoyed very much the show I think.”

“I’ll bet. I can only think of a few things more enjoyable than watching you fuck yourself.”

“A few things?”

“Just a few. Like fucking you myself. Like feeling you squeeze my fingers inside you. Like licking my come out of your pussy.”

“I will be home on Friday night. We will do all this together then. Yah?”

“And more. Much more. I’m a mess.” Daniel looks at the sticky semen drying on his abdomen and matting his pubes together. “I need a shower.”

“Yah. I must shower too. Gute nacht, Liebling. K?sse”

“Good night Liebchen. Sweet dreams.”

Karen was conspicuously silent as Sabine got off the bed and headed for their little en suite bathroom. She showered quickly and returned to the bedroom wrapped in a big towel. Karen was still fully dressed, still sat on the edge of her bed, but wait, she must have moved. Sabine’s sopping wet thong is balled up in her hand. Sabine sits down opposite her.

“Thank you.” Sabine says, startling the life back into Karen.

“Oh! Sorry. I…” Misunderstanding her, Karen reaches out to hand the soggy scrap of cloth back. She struggles for an excuse for having it. Sabine ignores the hand.

“Nein. Thank you for staying. It was good. Yah?”

“It… It was very sexy. Did your boyfriend enjoy himself?” The ice seems to be broken.

“Yah. We both had good orgasms. It excited him that you were here.”

“It excited me too.” Karen glances down coyly. She surprises herself that she can admit to being turned on by another woman. Sabine leans forward and puts a reassuring hand on her knee but Karen flinches away from her touch.

“It is ok. I will not do anything you do not want.”

“Sorry Sabine. I really don’t do girls.”

“So. We will drink wine instead und talk about boys.” Sabine takes a bottle of hock out of her bag.

“You’re on.” Karen brightens up, realizing she’s not about to be seduced by a rampant dyke. Sabine is rummaging for a corkscrew. Karen drops the soggy thong back on the floor and nips into the bathroom to retrieve two glasses.

After his shower, Daniel heads for bed. It’s early but there’s nothing on TV worth watching and an early night will do him no harm. When half an hour of tossing and turning doesn’t result in peaceful slumber, he gives up on the idea and gets up again.

He’s never written Sabine a love letter. They’ve never been apart long enough to make it relevant until now. Pen and paper turn out to be in short supply. Although Daniel writes for a living, it’s usually on a computer so, unromantic though it is, he boots up his PC and opens a new document.

Liebchen,

Fate is conspiring against me. There doesn’t appear to be a working pen in the flat. Nor can I find a pencil except my carpenter’s pencil and I can hardly write to you with that. Well, perhaps I could, if I were a carpenter and you were a lady…

I suspect you know exactly where I could put my hand on a biro but since you tidied up my life… Anyway, phoning you to ask where they are would spoil the surprise so I’ve typed this instead.

So, my Dream Girl, snuggle close awhile. I have a secret to whisper to you. Something I’ve been meaning to say for a long time.

I love you.

Too quiet? OK I’ll whisper just a little louder then.

I love you.

Still too quiet? I’m scared to say it louder because then everyone will hear it. And, if it’s not a secret anymore then everyone will want you for themselves, so they can be as happy as me. I want to hide you inside my heart, away from the prying eyes of a jealous world.

It’s getting hard to form a mental image of you with clothes on. Perhaps because so much of the time we’ve spent together in the past 10 weeks has involved a conspicuous lack of clothes. The most enduring image is that of your lovely, pale body, supine on cool white sheets first thing in the morning. Perhaps my little flat is the perfect nest for us; a place where we can hide from everyone else and spend whole days wrapped in each other’s limbs and a giant white duvet, making love and babies.

ng love and babies.

I miss your touch so much. I love you absolutely and, while I can love you at a distance, I also desire you absolutely and need you close in order to be truly happy. Just the pressure of your fingers around mine as we walk to the tube or the softness of your lips as you steal a kiss. Not that you could really steal that which I would so willingly give. Naturally, all the other ways you’ve found to touch me are at least as pleasurable as these examples, many even more so, but I can’t think of a polite way of telling you how much I miss those.

I am doubly blessed. Not only have I finally found you, my Miss Right, but you make me feel that I’m your Mr. Right too. I may be just a loved up fool but at least I’m your loved up fool.

Love always and all ways, my luscious darling. X X X

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He’s never managed to say the L word to Sabine. She even teases him about it – the things he doesn’t say. Well, there it is in black and white. It’s something of a relief to get it out there. Somehow this way is easier than just saying it. When she’s around, the sheer physicality of their relationship kind of takes over. Maybe after this letter, it’ll be easier to say it face to face. Maybe.

Now, how to get the letter to her? One of the advantages of working for a national newspaper is that Daniel’s office is never closed. It’s the work of a couple of minutes to call the night desk and order a courier pick-up from Poland Street, overnight to the Holiday Inn, Manchester. He’ll have to square it with his boss in the morning and offer to pay for it but odds are he’ll get away with it and Sabine will wake up to a surprise package.

He prints off the letter, seals it into a manila envelope – Typed love letter in a brown envelope: some kind of romantic he turned out to be – and waits in his dressing gown for the doorbell.

A brief wait, a dash down the stairs, a signature and the letter is winging its way across Britain while Daniel returns to his bed and, this time, gets straight to sleep.

An empty wine bottle, two empty glasses, two tipsy models, one naked. Yes, naked. Sabine’s towel slipped ages ago and she ignored it. She’s sat cross legged on the bed laughing as Karen struggles with the middle one of the three zips she can see on her jeans. Karen definitely had the lion’s share of the wine and, if her wobbling is any indication, it’s gone straight to her legs. Having successfully opened the zip, she falls backward onto her own bed with jeans at half mast, giggling as only a drunk teenager can. A few wriggles and kicks and the jeans are history. When Karen stands up again, Sabine sees the tell tale signs of moisture on her underwear.

“Your panties are wet.”

Karen looks down. Yes, it’s true.

“That’s your fault. Show-off! Now I’m gonna go to the bathroom and have a nice private orgasm.”

“I cannot watch you?”

“No!” Karen’s refusal doesn’t sound too convincing. Sabine persists.

“You are a model. You are supposed to be looked at. Yah?”

“Ok. You can look, but don’t touch.” Karen peels her panties down her legs, shimmying them the last foot or so and kicking them into Sabine’s lap. She strikes the classic pose, one knee slightly ahead of the other, one hip cocked and her chin raised in an expression of haughty indifference. It would have been more impressive if she hadn’t burst out laughing.

Karen has pubes but they’re very neatly trimmed and her lips show clearly beneath the chestnut brown curls. The sheen of moisture on her more intimate skin is good to see.

Sabine picks up the damp, still warm panties and sniffs them. “It smells as good as it looks.” She makes eye contact with Karen while stretching the gusset between her hands. Without taking her eyes off Karen’s, she raises the white cotton to her lips and runs her tongue in one long lick over it. “Mmm.”

Karen looks a little spooked again but instead of running for the door, she whispers what she really wants. “Lick me, Sabine. Please.”

Sabine pats the bed beside her, beckoning Karen over. She tries to kiss her but Karen turns her face away.

“No. Just make me come. I need to come.” Karen lies back, easing reluctant thighs apart, waiting.

And that’s how she found herself with Sabine’s head between her legs instead of the shower head. God it felt good, just as long as she didn’t think about who was giving her so much pleasure, just as long as she ignored the fact it was another girl. Alcohol, in the quantities in her bloodstream, made it easy to not think. After a few minutes of delicious oral stimulation, Sabine stopped abruptly.

“You should call Daniel.”

“What? Who?”

“Daniel. My boyfriend. You will call him so he can hear you come. Yah?”

“What? No way!”

“So. Then I must stop. I will not cheat on him.”

“You can’t stop now. Not now! Oh God! This is just too kinky. Gimme the phone then. Just don’t stop doing what you’re doing.”

Sabine hits the button to redial the last number and hands the phone to Karen then dips her tongue back onto another button altogether.

“Hello?” Daniel is woken by the telephone. He answers it while rubbing sleep from his eyes to try and focus on the alarm clock. It’s nearly one in the morning.

“Uh, Hi. It’s Karen…” She squeals as Sabine finds the sweet spot.

“Karen?” Does he know a Karen?

“Sabine made me call you.”

That Karen!

“What’s up Karen?” He’s waking up very quickly now. Something about this girl’s voice – is she upset or what?

“Sabine’s tongue is up. She won’t let… me come unless… you listen.” She’s having difficulty speaking with a tongue burrowing into her hole.

“I’m listening.” Daniel’s cock is starting to pay attention too.

“Are you really as big as she says?…Ooh, you filthy bitch! That’s my bum! She just licked my bum!”

“She does that. Relax and enjoy it. How big did Sabine say I am?”

“She said…ooh, just there. Oh yes!…She said it reaches her belly button.”

“Easily. It’s really hard now too.”

“Are you wanking it?”

“My girlfriend’s licking your pussy. Of course I’m fuckin’ wanking.”

“Are you near?”

“No. Are you?”

“Yes…Ooh, oh God…”

The squeals of delight Daniel can here are probably Karen’s climax. The phone seems to have been dropped. Eventually, when the squealing has stopped, someone picks it up.

“Sweet dreams Liebling. K?sse.” Sabine hangs up on him.

Fuck!

Daniel lay in the dark, pumping his hard-on and reliving the last few minutes. Was Sabine going to bring another girl home to play? God he hoped so. Fantasies about sharing Karen with Sabine got him off in next to no time. The fact his girlfriend had only been gone a day and was sleeping with another girl already didn’t bother him. She’d shared like a good girl should and that made it cool in his book.

He slept really well and woke up with wood you could have stood a batsman in front of.

Despite clearly enjoying her first girl on girl orgasm, Karen resisted any other physical intimacy with Sabine. She didn’t want to cuddle, kiss or share a bed. Sabine gave her space. They had the room for another night. Perhaps by then Karen would have loosened up a bit. For now it was enough that she’d managed to give Daniel such a sexy surprise. Sweet dreams accompanied peaceful sleep too quickly ended by their alarm call.

In the depths of a sack, in the echoing darkness of an articulated lorry, surrounded by many who travel with secret, urgent and serious purpose to destinations diverse, Daniel’s letter races through the small hours bearing what he does not say to one he cannot be with.

*Chapter 12 – Heart to hearts. *

Karen and Sabine don’t discuss the antics of the night before. There’s a palpable tension between them. Sabine ignores it. She understands Karen is in uncharted territory. It takes time to adjust one’s point of view. They meet up with the others in the foyer, breakfast on coffee and cigarettes and leave the hotel, passing a courier in the revolving door.

Sabine’s day is possibly even more tedious than yesterday was. She really doesn’t like the photographer. Its no fun having a man she dislikes pointing a camera at her underwear all day. The Afternoon is a little better, nightwear being less revealing. They finish work at 6PM with only the swimwear to do in the morning. Sabine skips dinner with the girls and goes straight back to the hotel.

Karen does go with the crowd. She’s not at all sure she wants to be alone with Sabine. Parts of last night had been great. There was no denying that. And she’s caught herself looking at Sabine’s body in the changing room several times. But being taken advantage of – that’s the little lie she’s currently telling herself – being taken advantage of, after too much wine, was one thing. Going back to the room now would be inviting more of the same. She hadn’t really done anything anyway. That was another straw to clutch at – passivity. It had just happened.

But in wine is truth. Last night the truth was she’d asked Sabine to go down on her. Tonight’s truth, after a couple of glasses, was she may not be ready to go further but she really wanted to stay where she’d got to awhile longer.

Daniel arrives in Southside just as Sabine is arriving in the hotel. He’s sitting at the bar with his first beer of the evening, contemplating what he fancies for dinner tonight while Sabine carefully tears open the envelope the receptionist has just handed her.

He’s reading the specials board while she’s reading the letter. He’s just decided on Penne al pesto with shredded chicken when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

“Hi Liebchen. How was your day? Boring again.”

” Ich liebe dich.” Sabine’s voice is thick with emotion.

“I know you love dick.”

“Nein! Ich liebe dich. I love you!”

“I bet you say that to all the boys. You got my letter then?”

“Yah. I have your letter. It is beautiful. I knew these things you would not say. But still you will not say the words I think?”

“Which words do you want me to say?”

“You just tease me.”

“But you just told me you already know. If you know, I don’t need to say anything, do I?”

“You are crazy. You feel this, you write this but you will not say this. So. I think you are still too shy.” Sabine makes a pitiful attempt at reverse psychology.

“Too shy to say I love you?” Being obtuse has only so much mileage in it.

“Yah!…Hey!…Niemand auf der ganzen Welt…You try to drive me crazy. Yah?”

“All I said is I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you.” Daniel hears her sniffling. Women!

“Where are you now?”

“Southside. I was about to have dinner. If you need a witness later, Gail’s heard the whole conversation.” Gail hasn’t even made pretence of trying to ignore them. She’s leaning on the bar in front of him, hanging on every word.

“Has she shown you her tattoo?” Sabine still sounds a little sniffly but her voice is steady.

“No. Hang on. Gail, Sabine says I should see your tattoo.”

Gail stands up straight, grinning at him as she pulls the elastic waistband of her trousers down her right hip. There, just below her bikini line is a little red devil, complete with pitchfork strategically aimed at a tuft of flame coloured curls.

“I thought the red hair was fake.” Daniel says.

“It is.” Gail releases the elastic, freeing Daniel’s eyes to return to their normal, horizontal setting. “The little guy’s called ‘Hot Stuff’”

“Sabine you should be proud of me. I’m not blushing.” There was a time, not so long ago when he would have lost the power of speech in this situation.

“I have always been proud of you, my heroic boyfriend. You are very hungry. Yah?”

“Not really. Why?”

“We should be alone together to ‘make love and babies’. Yah?”

“Fifteen minutes. I’ll call you back. Kisses.” Daniel hangs up, pays for his beer and leaves in so precipitous a fashion one might think he’s on a promise.

Gail laughed at Daniel’s unseemly hasty exit. Sabine may have made a man of him but she still wore the trousers.

Karen was drinking white wine with Sabine’s co-workers, Jules and Teresia. They hadn’t been surprised when Sabine didn’t come out after work. They knew both her and Daniel from way back when they could make him change colour just by brushing against him when the bar was crowded. With a little gentle goading, Jules was prevailed upon to fill Karen in on all the gossip.

“Sounds like he was in the wrong bar if he was so shy around pretty girls.” Karen observed.

“Oh, Ernesto employs pretty boys too, to keep the office girl posses coming back. When Sabine started work there, Dan stuttered, stammered, blushed and hesitated for days until he finally found the balls to suggest they go for a coffee.”

“Coffee?”

“Yeah. Daylight dating. Sweet isn’t it.” Jules drips sarcasm.

“So how long did that go on for?”

“Until he got his face in the papers.”

“Go on.”

“Well, he got his hands burned saving some young copper in that riot in Brixton a few months back. Had –” Jules is interrupted by Karen.

“That was Sabine’s boyfriend? I read all about that. He deserved a medal. Sorry. You were saying?”

“His hands were bandaged up for weeks.”

“Eight weeks.” Teresia offers.

“Thanks T. Eight weeks in bandages. The first night he showed up, Sabine had to hold his glass for him to drink from. By the end of the night, she was going home with him having appointed herself as his personal nursemaid.”

“No!”

“Yes. The next morning, she told all us girls his big secret. And believe me Honey, I mean big!”

“Yeah. Sabine told me too. Last night.” Karen repeated the hand gestures Sabine had used to demonstrate what big meant in her book. “D’you think she’s exaggerating?”

“No Honey. Some days she comes to work, she can hardly stand straight.”

“Most days.” Amends Teresia.

“She’s getting regular servicing all right. Lucky bitch.” Jules sums it up.

There’s brief laughter all around the table. Even the girls who don’t know Sabine at all have got interested in the story and put their own conversations aside to listen.

“He didn’t sound shy on the phone last night.” Karen offers. Realizing that she doesn’t want to explain why she was talking to him, she quickly adds a little fib to cover her own ass. “He called her. Sabine asked me to keep him company while she nipped to the loo.”

Teresia and Jules share a quizzical look.

“What?” Karen, freshly full of guilty feelings, gets a little paranoid.

“It’s just – They always used go to the bathroom together.” T says.

“Dan’s hands were wrapped up. Sabine had to do everything for him.” Jules paints a clearer picture. “Honey. A couple of weeks before the bandages came off, some of us went clubbing. Dan needed the men’s room so Sabine, without so much as a by your leave, leads him straight in there, stands him by a urinal, pulls his dick out and points it in the right direction so he doesn’t piss on his shoes. There were at least a half a dozen other men in there but I guess she didn’t notice.”

“And that’s why he’s not shy any more?” Karen doesn’t want to linger anywhere near the subject of her conversation with Daniel.

“Well its certainly part of the reason but Sabine had him house trained in their first week. Maybe she gave him a self-confidence transfusion. She certainly has plenty to spare.”

“She does seem very confident about herself.” Karen agrees, remembering the sight of Sabine finger fucking herself in front of a comparative stranger. The recollection stirs something deep inside her that she backs away from.

“Pushy is the word you’re looking for.” Jules smiles at Karen. She’s not being nasty really. “When they first hooked up, a couple of days after Sabine started looking after him, someone suggested it was like feeding Christians to lions. Some of us thought Dan might be a born again Christian as he was so shy about contact with girls but definitely wasn’t gay. He never seemed bothered by Ernesto’s pretty boys, and he did like to watch girls. Hell, he couldn’t take his eyes off Sabine when she first arrived. So, yeah, feeding Christians to lions. Ernesto reminded us that Daniel survived being thrown into the lion’s den. Well our Daniel has certainly survived.”

Karen glances at her watch. It’s gone ten o’clock. “So d’you think they’ve had enough time to chat? Only, if I stay here, I’ll drink more and if I drink more I’ll be hung over tomorrow.”

“There’s a way to find out.” Teresia takes out her mobile phone and calls Sabine. It’s engaged. “Sorry Karen, she’s still on the phone. I guess you’re stuck with us after all.” T dials a second number.

“Who you calling now?” Jules asks

“Gail. She’s covering Sabine’s shifts…Hi Ernie, its T. Is Gail busy? I need a word…Thanks…Hi Gail. Has Sabine’s pet been in tonight?…yes?…Oh wow! This is news! Go on… You didn’t show him? Oh you tart…Yeah, right…And that was about when? Thanks girl friend. Later.”

“So?”

“So Dan was in about six. Got a call from Sabine and was last seen running for a taxi at six thirty.”

“And?”

“And Gail flashed him.”

“Not that bloody tattoo again?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve told her she should post a picture of it on the internet. Then the whole world can see her minge at once, instead of one at a time.” Jules is bitchy.

Teresia explains to everyone else. “This girl we work with - Gail - got an intimate tattoo a few weeks ago and has been showing anyone who’ll look ever since.”

“So he went home at half six and her phone’s still engaged? That’s over three hours. What the fuck are they talking about for three hours? They haven’t been apart long enough to have that much news.”

Karen has a good idea what might take them three hours but she can’t own up to knowing that.

Teresia still has more gossip. “He said the magic words too. With Gail right there as a witness.”

“The magic words?” Karen’s lost.

“‘I love you’ the three magic words to improve a guy’s sex life. Is this a first?” Jules asks T.

“Gail said it sounded like the first time. He said something about a letter too. Dunno what that’s about.”

“That’s it then.” Jules looks Karen right in the eye. “Karen, your mission, should you wish to accept it is to go to your hotel, interrupt whatever’s going on – three hours is long enough to respect anyone’s privacy – and find out about this letter. Report back tomorrow at 8AM for breakfast and debriefing.”

“I can’t spy on my roommate. You’re her friends. Surely she’ll talk to you anyway?”

“You’re right. All three of us’ll go. Drink up.” Jules quaffs the last of her wine, gesturing for T and Karen to follow suit.

The three of them left the bar shortly thereafter, heading for the Holiday Inn in search of gossip, an early night and gossip in alphabetical order.

“Hi Liebchen. I love you. Bored of hearing it yet?”

“Ich liebe dich.”

“You’ve gotta stop saying that in German. Its such an obvious double entendre that its hard not to laugh and you’re being serious so I really shouldn’t laugh at you.”

“You can laugh at me. I think it is ok to laugh at someone you love. Yah?”

“Ok Liebchen. I’ll laugh at you, love you, be excited, delighted, amused, confused and used by you even though I know that you’re only with me because you’re saving so much money on rent and tube fares.”

“This is not the only reason. Du bist auch gut best?ckt sein alles.”

“Du bist …”

“Du…bist…auch…gut…best?ckt…sein…alles. You are also hung like a horse.”

“You… If that’s all that matters to you, just wait until you get back. I’m gonna pound you with it until your pelvis breaks.”

“You promise this. Yah?” Sabine is laughing at him.

“Yes, yes, yes. I promise. As hard as you like, as often as you like.” He’s laughing too.

“Ich liebe dich.”

“I love you too. I wrote you a poem.”

“I did not know you made poems.”

“You will read it to me. Yah?”

“Ok. Actually, I wrote it a fortnight ago, the afternoon after the bandages came off. I just bottled out of giving it to you because…Well, just because, I guess.”

“Silly Liebling.”

“Hang on, I wrote it on a very pretty card. I’ll have to find where I put it…Here we go…”

“Yah. I am ready.”

“Take my hand and be my guide,

Through the garden where you hide

Your secrets from the world outside.

Take my hand and be for me,

For this one night, a sanctuary,

A promised land of milk and honey.

Take my hand and hold it tight,

That in the blindness of the night

Our tactile sense may serve for sight.

Take my hand and clasp it to your breast

And there, against your bosom pressed,

Until the morning wakes us, let it rest.”

“Liebling…” Sabine’s voice is breaking. She ignores the tears on her cheeks. “Liebling. You will hold me like this every night. Yah?”

“Every night, except tonight.”

“And you will never let me go away again?”

“Never ever.”

“I think we will not have babies so soon.”

“I know. I saw the pills in the bathroom cabinet. We can still practice making them though.” Daniel had noticed the pills a couple of weeks back but, hey, her body, her choice.

“Yah. Lots and lots of practice.”

“I was thinking today about you having your underwear photographed. I kept trying to imagine just what you were wearing at that precise moment, what the photographer was looking at.” He’d had a virtually perpetual erection as a result and got very little actual work done.

“I do not like him. He looks too much, I think.”

“I know. But I really can’t blame him for wanting to look at someone as beautiful as you are naked. Anyhow, I thought about buying a digital camera to take my own photographs.”

“You would like for me to model for you. Yah?”

“That was what I had in mind, yes.”

“Ok. But not wearing one hundred pairs of panties.”

“Not wearing any would suit me. Like the girls in those magazines under the bed.”

“Liebling?”

“Yes?”

“I am not wearing any now. Like the girls in the magazines.”

“Which girl?” Daniel flicks through the mental Rolodex of girls in his porn collection. He has an instant shortlist of two but he wouldn’t like to bet on which one Sabine will pick.

“The one I like most, who is smooth like me und open und wet.”

Yep. That girl was one of the two.

“But she has a girlfriend. Is Karen there?”

“No. Tonight I think we can be alone.”

“Touch yourself for me. Touch yourself like the girl in the pictures.” Daniel struggles out of his clothes.

“Mmm…oh yah…ohhh…” Sabine’s fingers take only moments to coax her erogenous zones into life. She’d been damp even before undressing, turned on just thinking of all the ways she was going to thank Daniel for his love letter. Now she was soaking. Moesen saft trickled past her fingers, leaving a slick trail across her perineum and pooling slightly in the tiny puckered crater of her asshole. One finger becomes two, three, four.

Daniel listens to her pleasure. Listens to sounds he’s heard whispered and whimpered in his ear so often. His cock throbs in his fist, the pulse of the great blue vein running under his fingers keeps time with the strokes of his hand. “Try to take it all, Liebchen. Like the photo. Take it all.” He grips himself harder, pumps faster as Sabine’s moans and sighs build in volume.

Desperate to give Daniel what he needs, Sabine tucks her thumb into the palm of her hand, plunging five fingers back into her fotze up to the last knuckle. It hurts momentarily, making her gasp but she holds her hand embedded still in her body while her tensed muscles relax. The discomfort subsides. She twists her hand gently, feeling the joints of her fingers massage the walls of her vagina. Slowly, slowly, she eases in, panting more than moaning, concentrating on taking it all. Yah! The feeling of being stretched to tearing point suddenly eases as the widest part of her hand passes the tight constriction of her fotze. She glances down the length of her body to see her distended labia tight around her wrist.

“Yah, oh yah…ohh! Das ist sehr gut…Oooohhh!” it takes only slight movements of her fingers to make her world explode. Her abdominal muscles seize her hand like a velvet vice as she comes and keeps on coming. As one orgasm subsides, a flex of her fingers sends another and another cascading through her nerves.

Daniel’s fist is a blur as he listens to her climax as she rides her own fist. She’s dropped her phone on the pillow but her cries of ecstatic release are loud enough to hear. Hell! If she’d hung up, he’d probably still hear that!

“Your ass!” He shouts through gritted teeth as he strains to hold onto his load a few seconds longer. “Your ass!”

Sabine’s already there. Her free hand is curled up between her parted buttocks, two fingers crammed past her sphincter, buried in her rectum. “Yah!…Gott in Himmel…Oooohhh! Yahhhh!”

Three orgasms is as much as he can stand to hear. Through the blurred motion of his hand comes a blast of spray like a sperm whale venting. Pre-cum is lathered like foam all over his fist yet still he pumps as several smaller libations pour from his manhood. Exhausted, gasping for breath and with his heartbeat roaring like the sea in his ears, he collapses on the sofa, spent.

Sabine too is motionless but for the rise and fall of her breasts, stirred by heavily drawn breaths. One hand is still immured in her flesh. Her eyes flutter as she slowly returns to the conscious world. A distant voice whispers her name.

Daniel is actually calling her as loudly as he can muster, fatigued as he is. He’s guessed Sabine has passed out. It’s not the first time.

Sabine picks up the phone. “Yah Liebling. I am ok.” Her voice has that dreamy quality, that softness it has when she is woken with kisses. “I know now why the girl in the magazine smiles so much.”

“If it was half as good as it sounded, so do I. Just looking at the magazine never made me come so hard.”

Sabine eases her hand from her fotze, holding it up, fingers spread to admire the sheen of moisture all the way up to her wrist. “It will be better with three hands.”

“Three?” Daniel’s trying to picture that.

“Yah. One hand for my fotze, one for my ass und one to rub my klitzler.”

“You had a passing out orgasm without touching your clit?” He’s incredulous.

“Yah. So next time it will be better I think.”

“I’ve got something better than an extra hand.” He has a vision of being balls deep in Sabine’s ass next time. “But it’s a bit sticky at the moment. D’you need to clean up too?”

“Yah.”

“Showers for two?”

“Yah.”

“fifteen minutes?”

“Ten.”

“Ok. Ten minutes and I’ll call you back.”

“K?sse.”

“Oh, by the way Liebchen.”

“Yah?”

“I love you.” Daniel hangs up quickly, to make sure he gets the last word, then heads for the bathroom to wash off the excesses of the last half hour and revitalize himself for the next one.

The phone goes dead in Sabine’s hand. She smiles contentedly to herself, happy to be loved by such a man. Hot water soothes her tenderised flesh and washes away the musky scent of sweat and sex. ‘Daniel loves me!’ This isn’t exactly news but today it is official. The words he wrote, the words he spoke! Daniel loves me!

It could so easily have been a false love, the puppy dog love of a terribly shy man, but Daniel had not said these things then and he is no longer the shy, sweet guy she’d first met. Back then she’d liked him for the strength she glimpsed behind his timidity. When he saved that policeman she knew she had been right about him. His helplessness had been sort of sexy, a golden opportunity to tease him and coax him out of himself. It was like being trapped together on a desert island and it worked. Wow! How it had worked!

Or, it could be just lust masquerading as the real thing. She adores his body, especially… Yeah, ok, so he’s big and its wonderful, it is the rod that rules her, but if he had not been so blessed it would not have changed things. She could get something bigger in half the shops in Soho if that was all that mattered. She revels in the delight he clearly takes in her body too. Her demands for more and more from him have taught him to dominate her totally during sex and, as he learned, she has slipped into the submissive role she enjoys so much – woman is a vessel. But when his demands are so great, her fulfilment so intense, that she faints, it is not lust that cradles her in strong arms. It is not lust that whispers her name, over and over until she returns.

Perhaps it is just words? Something guys say because it is expected of them? No. Daniel has nothing to gain by it. She has never denied him any pleasure he wishes – ok, there were those first few days but that doesn’t count.

No! Daniel is decent and truthful. His words are true. His feelings are true. She can accept nothing else. He loves her as she loves him. The fact they fuck like gods is just a bonus.

The phone! Through the noise of the shower Sabine can hear the phone. She dashes for the bathroom door. Too late: It falls silent.

Dry and wrapped fetchingly in a towel turban and sarong, she snatches the phone from the bed as soon as Daniel rings back.

“Fifteen minutes precisely. I knew ten wouldn’t be enough. You’ve never managed only ten minutes in the shower.” He chides her good-naturedly.

“It always takes longer because I must wash you too. I am never alone in your shower.”

“You were alone the night I got my hands back. You wouldn’t let me join in.” He’s not one to bear grudges or remember slights – honest.

“But I did not only shower. You like me to be smooth. Yah?”

“Ok. But you still took more than ten minutes tonight. I rest my case.” How deep a hole is he going to dig for himself?

“I was only ten minutes in the shower but I ordered a sandwich from room service and had no money to tip the bellboy so I gave him a blow job instead. I think it is not polite to answer the phone with his penis in my mouth. Yah?” Obviously, she’s making it up. Nobody gets that much tip, just for delivering a sandwich.

“Well why didn’t you say so in the first place? What’s in the sandwich?”

“Chicken salad.”

Now he knows she’s fibbing. She doesn’t even like chicken salad.

“I think you over-tipped. Just flashing him would have sufficed.”

“Yah. Maybe you are right.”

“So what did you model today? Anything worth being seen in?”

“Nein. All of them were boring. Tomorrow I will wear swimming wear so they will give me a tan.”

“You already have a tan. You’re golden.”

“Yah. But the photographer wants more so they will spray me. Karen also.”

“What happened with Karen last night?”

“After she called you?”

“Start at the beginning. How did you seduce her so quickly? I need to hear this. It may come in useful if I ever get caught masturbating in a hotel room by a pretty girl. She is pretty, isn’t she?”

“Yah. She is pretty. In your magazines there is a girl on a pool table. Yah?”

“Yes.”

“Karen looks like this girl I think.”

“So how did you get her out of her knickers?”

“Ok. I will tell you. After she ran out of our room…

And that’s how a phone call can last three hours. Daniel listened, grew hard and nursed his erection as Sabine graphically recounted the tale of last night’s Manchester adventure, like Sheherazade weaving bedtime stories for King Shahryar.

*Chapter 13 – Two’s company. Three’s an audience. *

“…I called you and gave the phone to Karen so-”

There is a knock on the door, a scratching sound as of a key being inserted into a lock.

“Liebling. Karen is back I think.”

The door opens ajar, just wide enough for Karen to peep around the edge. “You decent Sabine? I’ve got company.”

Sabine pulls her towel around her and gestures to Karen to come in. “Liebling. The bellboy has brought some friends. I will call you back. Yah?”

“Ok Liebchen. You go do girl talk for a while. I’ll just sit here naked and wait for you to phone back.”

“K?sse.” She hangs up, none too soon. Her phone is flashing red. If she hadn’t ended the call, the battery probably would have.

Jules starts the interrogation while Sabine is plugging in the battery charger. “Word on the street is you’re pet boy used the ‘L’ word in front of Gail earlier. Care to comment?”

“Yah.” Sabine radiates smugness. “Daniel loves me.”

“Honey, we know that. We see him every day, remember? Did he really say the ‘L’ word?”

“Yah. He wrote to me of his feelings and he said the words. He made me a poem also.”

“Poetry? Are you sure you’re not his first girlfriend?” T is cynical.

“Fairs fair, T, This could be the real deal.” Jules, to her credit, is not such a cynic.

“Yah. It is real. He says he loves me and I believe him.” Sabine defends her lover’s veracity.

“Is that his letter?” Karen points to the typed page on the bedside table.

“Yah.”

“It’s typed! Who types a love letter?”

“There were no pens.” Sabine picks up the letter before anyone else does, folding it in half, away from prying eyes.

“A waitress and a journalist living together and not one biro in the house?” T clearly isn’t buying that excuse.

“It is a long story. Too long for tonight I think. I will tell you tomorrow. Yah? It will give us something to talk about on the train.”

“It is rather late.” Karen lends her support to the besieged Sabine. “We have an earlier start than you two. We’re getting spray tanned at nine.”

“On the train? You promise?” Jules can take a hint.

“Yah. I promise. Gute nacht.”

“Goodnight then girls.” Jules stands to leave, T in tow.

“Night Sabine. Night Karen.” T closes the door behind her.

“Sabine, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bring them back here but they wanted me to spy on you and, well, I-”

“It’s ok. If they had not come to ask, I would have told them in the morning. They are my friends. Did you have a lot to drink tonight?” Sabine’s question is clearly loaded.

“Yes, but…Sabine, don’t take this wrong. Last night was great but…well, what I’m trying to say is…I’m really not comfortable about girls…not yet at least…and well…”

“You do not wish me to lick you. I understand. This is ok.”

“Yes…no…that’s not what I was trying to say. It’s…I can’t…you know…to you?”

“So. You do not want to do more than last night. Yah?”

“Yes. That was wonderful but…I’m being selfish aren’t I? It’s not fair to take without –”

“It is ok. Daniel will enjoy listening again, I think. I will give you pleasure und you will give him pleasure. Then it is fair. Yah?”

“Put like that. Yes. Oh Sabine, I was so frightened you wouldn’t understand and you’d go off me.”

“Go off you? This means?”

“Not like me any more.”

“I understand.” She loosens the towel, which slides into a heap on the bedspread leaving her completely naked. “Now you will undress. Yah?”

Karen obliges, striping down to her bra and pants with the minimum of fuss or wobbling. She’s definitely much more sober tonight. She reaches for her bra clasp.

“Stop. That is enough for now. I will do the rest. Yah?” Sabine unplugs the partially recharged phone and calls Daniel.

“Hello again, Liebchen. Finished off the bellboy already?”

“Yah. Und I have a gift for you.” She gives Karen the phone. As her hand touches Karen’s she can feel her trembling. It is not cold in the room. It must be nervousness.

Karen is very nervous. One lesbian encounter under the affluence of incahol? Well, as she’d told herself all morning, she was taken advantage of. A second encounter, relatively sober? This time she has to admit to herself she has a choice. She takes the phone.

“Hi Daniel.”

“Karen?”

“Yes. I guess I’m the gift Sabine just mentioned.”

“Ooh goodie! I was wondering what I was going to do with this erection.”

“You’re already hard?”

“Very. Sabine was telling me all about last night when you girls got back. Karen, you’re going to have to be my eyes. Tell me what you’re both wearing.”

“Well Sabine is naked. I don’t think she likes clothes much.”

“She doesn’t.”

“I have my undies on still. We’re sitting on her bed.”

“Describe your underwear. And remember you’re talking to a horny bloke.”

“Ok. White bra. It’s very sheer, no padding. My nipples show through a little pinker. They’re pointy right now. Sabine’s just reached for one of them. Her hand is cupped around it. Ooh her thumb feels good, circling my nipple. I’ll bet it’s as hard as your cock now. My panties are white too.” She glances down to see which ones she’d put on after work. “Just plain cotton ones. They feel moist inside but it doesn’t show yet. Mmm. Sabine is touching them now. She’s pushing the cotton between my lips. Do you like seeing cameltoe?”

“Oh yeah! Go on.”

“She’s undoing my bra. Hang on.” Karen slips the telephone hand through the shoulder strap. “There! It’s off. My boobs are bare now. God! My nipples are really hard. Ouch! That hurt, Sabine. She pinched them. That’s better, mmm. She’s massaging my boobs now. It feels really good. Her hands are so much softer than boys’ hands.”

Daniel strokes himself, listening to Karen’s commentary on her own ravishment. This interactive porn is so much sexier than wank mags.

“She’s got her fingers in my panties now. Ooh. Feels nice. So delicate her touch. Mmm. I must be wetter than I thought… Yes Sabine. Take them off… There you go, Bad Boy, naked as the day I was born.” Karen’s really getting into this verbal striptease. It’s kinky, but safe kinky.

“What do you look like right now?” Daniel’s breathing heavier. His strokes are more urgent. There’s a dewdrop of moisture nestling in the fissure at the very tip of his cock.

“I’m lying on my back, legs really wide now, Sabine’s playing with my curls.”

“You have pubes?”

“Yes, brown curls but only at the front, I shave my lips.”

“Good. I like smooth pussy.”

“I guessed that when I saw Sabine’s. I can see her pussy right now. It looks almost as wet as mine.” Sabine looks up from her task, smiling her approval to Karen.

“Yah. I am wet for you.”

“Oh yes… That’s it…Daniel, her fingers feel so good inside me…Uh oh! She’s touching my bum again. Is she always so dirty?”

“Always. Just try to relax. She won’t hurt you. Trust her. Have you never had anal sex before?” he pumps rhythmically, imagining the scene.

“Never…oooh…Hey! It’s not too bad now. Daniel, Sabine’s finger is up my bum.”

“Mmm. Lucky for you I’m two hundred miles away or it might be my cock instead of her finger. That’d be a really tight fit.”

“Oh yes, Sabine, lick me. Your tongue feels so sexy…oh…oh yeah…ooh…I’m almost there…oh…yeah…I’m gonna come so hard…”

Daniel’s fist goes into overdrive, desperate to not be left behind by the sudden change of pace. He need not worry. Sabine is in control.

“God! No way!…Oh yeah…come with me Daniel…God! So close…so close…oh…No!…Don’t stop…don’t stop…”

But Sabine has stopped. She eases her finger from Karen’s ass and turns around on the bed so she sitting facing the prone body, spread-eagled on the bed before her. She lifts one of Karen’s legs up, slipping her own under it. Her other leg straddles Karen’s. Slowly she eases herself forward, two pussies inch closer and closer together. Karen realizes what Sabine is doing and offers her some words of encouragement.

“Yes Sabine, do it!…” Contact! Labia press against labia, juices mingle. “Oh my God!…Oh yes!…grind that pussy against mine…ooh God!…so hot…you’re burning up…oh…oooh…”

Daniel’s well and truly caught up. His only hope now is that Karen is as close to coming as she sounds because he’s not gonna hold out much longer. “Karen…Let go…come for me…crush your cunt against Sabine’s and come for me.”

“Yes…Oh yes…” Her hips gyrate against Sabine’s, taking an active role for the first time. Their pubic bones grind against each other’s slick, sensitive flesh. “Yes! Yes!…Fuck me Sabine. Fuck me harder! … Ohh…oooh…oooohhhh! Yessss!” Karen’s body goes rigid as her climax overwhelms her.

Sabine rubs her fotze against Karen’s pussy even faster, pressing her clit against the girl’s pubes, feeling the soft curls scour her sensitive bud. She’s nowhere near her own climax yet but this one’s for Karen.

Daniel hears Karen’s cries, hears Sabine urging them both on in the background, sees in his mind’s eye two beautiful girls, two beautiful pussies, grinding together, coming for his pleasure as much as theirs. He lets himself come, this image filling his mind. He grunts as semen splatters over his hand and across his belly, getting matted into his chest hairs.

After a few seconds rest, Sabine disentangles her legs from Karen’s, moving to lie beside the panting girl. Karen still holds the phone but Sabine’s ear is close enough to hear Daniel panting too.

“Tell him he must swallow it all.” Sabine instructs Karen. Daniel can hear her but waits for Karen to repeat it.

“What?” Karen looks at Sabine, surprised despite everything that’s happened.

“His semen. Tell him he must swallow it.”

“Daniel…uh…Sabine says you’re to swallow your jizz.” She listens as Daniel slurps loudly at his sticky fingers. A thought occurs to her. “Daniel, are you bisexual too?”

“No.” He chuckles. “I just like the taste of my own semen. Will you do something for me now?”

“Depends what it is.”

“Touch Sabine then tell me what she tastes like to you.”

“I can’t…I already told Sabine I…I just can’t…”

“Hey, it’s ok. No pressure. Will you touch her anyway, just touch?”

“Ok.” Her hand slips tentatively between Sabine’s legs, obligingly parted. She touches another girl intimately for the first time, trembling fingers tracing the outline of slippery, puffy lips. “She’s really smooth. Do you want me to put my finger inside her?” The question is addressed to Daniel. She doesn’t think to ask Sabine’s permission: The look in her eyes is enough to tell Karen not to ask stupid questions.

“Yes. See how many you can fit.” He’s wondering if he can get Sabine fisted a second time tonight. “She managed her whole hand earlier.”

“Your whole hand?”

“Yah. To my wrist. Like so.” She holds up a hand, fingers not quite straight, bunched tightly together, thumb tucked into her palm, showing Karen how. “If you go slowly, it is not difficult I think.” Her smile carries an implicit plea for Karen to at least try.

“Like this?” Karen holds her hand just as Sabine showed her, all of her fingertips just inside Sabine’s vulva. It feels tight already. Surely this isn’t possible.

“Yah. Just so. Slowly.” Sabine reaches for Karen’s wrist, controlling the speed herself until the last line of knuckles are rubbing against her distended fotze. “Yah… Sehr gut…turn slowly…” She gently twists Karen’s wrist, then relaxes her grip to allow Karen to turn her hand to and fro, writhing ecstatically at the overwhelming feeling of being filled.

“God, Daniel, my hand’s nearly all the way in. it looks…incredible. Have you ever done this?”

“No. My hands are too big. I’ve never even seen it. Tonight was her first time.”

“Are you hard again yet?”

“Yes, I’m just thinking how much fun it’d be to see this live. Perhaps get a taste of what you’ve been feeding Sabine.”

“There’s plenty to taste down there right now. Sabine. Your boyfriend wants to taste me.”

“Yah. Und fuck you I think.” Sabine is easing Karen’s hand further in again. Slowly, slowly, there!

“Wow! Doesn’t that hurt? Oh Daniel, I wish you could see this.” Karen looks in amazement at her own wrist braceletted by Sabine’s pink bits. The heat surrounding her hand is awesome.

“Tell her ‘three hands are better’” Daniel asks Karen to relay a message. There is no need, Sabine hears him. One hand slips under her body, re-emerging close enough to her ass to smear trickles of juice all over her puckered rosebud. Her other hand dives straight for her clitoris, starting to rub frantically at it without hesitation.

“I think she heard you.” Karen watches Sabine’s head turning this way and that; her eyelids closed tight but flickering; sighs escaping through parted lips; hand thrashing her clit. Karen feels the pulsing of Sabine’s abdominal muscles, vaguely feels Sabine’s own fingers intruding next door as two force their way into her rectum.

“Oh…Mein gott…Oooh…Yah…Yahh…Das is sehr gut…oooh…Gott in Himmel…Yahhh!…oooooohhhhh Yaaahhhhhh!”

Karen holds the phone nearer Sabine, the better for Daniel to hear his girlfriend’s screams. As Sabine goes limp and silent, Karen panics.

“Daniel, something’s wrong. She’s unconscious. What shall I do?”

“It’s ok. It’s ok. Karen, listen to me. I need you to be calm.”

“But she’s passed out. She needs a-”

“Karen. Calm down.” He sounds stern, authoritative enough to get the girl’s attention. “Sabine often faints when she has a really good orgasm. She’ll be fine in a few seconds. Just keep saying her name to her.”

“Sabine…Sabine…”

“Good, keep saying it.”

“Sabine… She’s coming to…Sabine…”

“Told you. Congratulations Karen. You just gave someone sex so good they passed out.”

“Sabine…are you ok?”

“Yah…yah. I am ok. Three hands is better.”

“Daniel, she’s ok.”

“I heard. Three hands are better. Give her the phone please.”

Karen hands the phone over and gently eases her hand from Sabine’s body. Sabine’s hole is so stretched it stays open. It’s the most obscene thing Karen has ever seen. It’s also probably the sexiest. As she watches, the orifice slowly contracts back to near normal.

“Liebling. Three hands was fantastisch.”

“Sounded good. Have I mentioned lately that I love you? I do, even when you fuck other people.”

“You are not jealous?”

“Not really. If you feel the need to taste pussy, it’s not like I have one for you to lick. It’s a need I can’t satisfy. At least not without gender reassignment surgery and a few years of hormones.”

“Nein. You would not make a pretty girl. You must be my man. When I want girls I will find them for myself.”

“Ok Liebchen. I’ll stick to what I know best.”

“Yah. You are the best.”

“That’s not what I meant, but thanks for the compliment.”

“Ich liebe dich.”

“I love you. Now take that pretty little girl into the shower and clean her up. Make her wash you too. I’m going for another shower myself and I’ve got an erection to finish off so I want to be thinking about a hot lesbo shower scene in a hotel room in Manchester.”

“Yah Liebling. That will be good also.”

“And straight to bed afterwards.”

“Karen wants to speak with you.” Sabine beckons Karen to lie beside her to share the phone.

“Daniel, I just wanted to say goodnight too.”

“Goodnight Karen. Thanks for sharing.”

“It was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Lots. Sweet dreams, girls.”

“Goodnight, handsome stranger.”

“Gute nacht Liebling. K?sse.”

Daniel hung up and sat for a moment counting his blessings. He didn’t bother to finish himself off in the shower. He’d had two really good orgasms and tomorrow night he was pretty certain Sabine would require all the stamina and strength he could muster. Sleep came easily tonight. The sooner he slept, the sooner it’d be tomorrow – the day she came back to him.

It was a bit of a squeeze, the hotel shower wasn’t as big as Daniel’s, but they were not big girls and they were pretty well acquainted so they coped. Washing each other was giggly, frothy, girly fun. Sabine was pleasantly surprised when Karen took the opportunity to run soapy fingers around her ass, lingering rather longer than necessary.

“Does it hurt? When Daniel fucks you here?”

“Nein. He is gentle und patient. It feels good.”

“I’m not sure. Perhaps if a guy were really small and I really fancied him. Then, maybe.”

“Yah. You should start small.”

“And do you enjoy it? Up the bum I mean.”

“Yah. But not as much as Daniel I think.”

“You two are amazing. Is there anything you won’t do for him?”

“Yah. Laundry.”

Karen had to hang onto Sabine to avoid collapsing as she laughed. “Are we clean enough d’you think?”

“I think so.”

They dried each other off and headed for bed. Problem: Sabine’s bed, scene of tonight’s debauchery, was a bit on the damp side. Ok, maybe that’s an understatement. It was drenched in the juices of two freshly squeezed, ripe young women.

A simple solution presented itself. They curled up together in Karen’s bed. Karen nestled in Sabine’s arms, enjoying the hand cupping one of her breasts. She even made a point of turning her head to give Sabine a goodnight kiss – Their first. It wasn’t a full on tongue in tonsils snog, nor a chaste peck but fell somewhere in between: Moist, unhurried, open mouthed and tender. Sabine accepted the kiss, letting Karen drive, wishing when it was over that that tender touch had been between her legs earlier.

Sabine had learned two valuable lessons in the last two days. First: She missed the tenderness of a feminine lover. From men she did not want tenderness – a man should behave like a man – but tenderness between women was wonderful. Second: Daniel enjoyed sharing her. She resolved to take a female lover again soon. Someone she could share with Daniel. Not Karen though: It was too soon for her, too many issues to work through. She was also too innocent. It would get complicated.

*Chapter 14 – Farewells and reunions. *

Morning sunlight washes over two golden, entwined young nymphs that any pre-Raphaelite would have rendered a masterpiece from. The soulless, insistent beeping of an alarm shatters the peace of this idyllic scene of youth and beauty.

Too soon, Sabine and Karen must stir themselves to action. Lethargically, they get up and go about the usual morning rituals. Proper showers have to be taken individually, not quite dry towels will just have to do. Bags get packed. Everywhere is double-checked so nothing is left behind. Eventually, only a little behind schedule, they are presentable enough to face the world.

They checked out and got a taxi to the studio just in time for their tanning appointment. An hour later and a couple of shades of toast darker, they were ready for the swimwear. If anything, it was even more tedious than the underwear. British tastes in swimwear were obviously very conservative. By lunchtime, everything was wrapped up. The photographer was happy at last, probably because some girls had taken him up on his offer of additional work. Sabine, Karen, Jules and Teresia caught an earlier train than they were expecting. Job done.

On the train, they got a table for the four of them and Sabine was prevailed upon to make good on her previous night’s promise. Jules and T got the edited highlights and the gods of gossip were suitably appeased by the offering. Karen phoned her parents to tell them which train she was on then announced she’d be getting off at Milton Keynes.

“We were expecting to get a later train and it doesn’t stop there so I was going into Central London just to catch the commuter service back out. This is much better for me.”

“Yah. It makes good sense.” Sabine manages to hide her disappointment. She’d been looking forward to a little more time with Karen, minus the other two.

“But you’ll miss the grand reunion scene on the concourse.” T says. “Daniel and Sabine running to each other in slow motion then welded together while the whole world revolves around them. Like in those black and white Sunday matinees.”

“Yeah Honey.” Adds Jules. “They’ve never been separated before. After three days he must be gagging for it.”

“Daniel is not meeting me at the station. He will still be at work when we arrive. So you must wait until tomorrow to tease him. Yah?”

Karen is pretty certain Daniel will be gagging for it but not for the reason Jules gave. She gives Sabine a conspiratorial wink as she excuses herself to go to the loo.

Ten minutes passes and Sabine expresses concern. “I will go und see if she is ok. Her period started this morning, I think.” She makes up a plausible excuse and, leaving the other two, makes her way to the end of the carriage. She knocks on the toilet door.

“Karen? You are ok. Yah?”

“Yes.” The door opens. “God, you took your time. Get in here.” Karen drags Sabine into the confines of the lavatory. “I’ve been thinking about last night. Feel.” She puts Sabine’s hand up her skirt: Sabine’s finger encounter warm moist cotton.

“You have been masturbating? In here?” Sabine looks around the grubby little cubicle.

“Yes, I was close a couple of times but I wanted you to be here. I’d just about given up waiting when you knocked.” She hitches her skirt up so it bunches around her waist, leaving her underwear on full view: A pale pink thong with a conspicuous damp spot.

Sabine runs a finger under the elastic, along Karen’s lips to her hole and back, briefly tickling her clitoral hood.

“I want to masturbate for you. Like you did in front of me that first time. Please Sabine, sit.”

Sabine sits on the toilet lid, her eyes at just the level of Karen’s almost bare crotch. Karen leans against the wall for balance, plants her feet as wide apart as the confines of the cubicle allow and pulls her gusset right up, bisecting her labia. Then she peels the thong down to mid thigh and plunges her hand between her legs. Sabine can’t see her pussy anymore but she can clearly see what’s being done to it. Karen doesn’t take long to come – a minute, max. - biting the knuckle of her free hand to avoid making too much noise.

Sabine reaches for Karen’s wrist, drawing her hand away from her pussy to lap at her sticky fingers. Only when there is no trace of pussy juice does she let Karen have her hand back.

“Vielen dank, Karen. Thank you for sharing this with me. We have had a good time together, I think.”

“We’ve had a wonderful time together. Maybe one day we’ll have another wonderful time.”

“Yah. Maybe one day. But now we must go back to our seats before someone else comes looking for you.”

Karen pulls up her knickers, drops her skirt back into place and washes her hands then they rejoin Jules and T. As they walk down the carriage, Sabine remembers to prime Karen with the excuse she’d manufactured for her.

“You all right Honey?” Jules asks.

“Nothing a hot water bottle and a few days won’t cure.”

Karen was lost in her own thoughts for much of the rest of her journey. Under the table, her leg, and occasionally her hand, encountered Sabine’s but only for brief moments. When the train reached Milton Keynes, it took her by surprise.

“My stop, girls. Well, it’s been real. We’ll have to go for a girl’s night out sometime.”

“Bye Honey. Don’t be a stranger.” Jules half stood to give her a hug.

“Yeah. You know where to find us. Southside, Covent Garden. See ya soon.” T couldn’t reach from the corner.

“My bag is on yours I think. I will come to the door to help you.” Sabine makes an excuse to say a more private farewell. The two girls hurry to the luggage rack at the far end of the carriage. By the carriage door, they find themselves alone for a moment. Karen puts down her bag to properly kiss Sabine goodbye. This time there is a lot more lust and a lot less chastity in it. This is a proper kiss by any definition.

They part and, on a whim, Karen reaches under her skirt to peel off her panties, stepping quickly out of them. She scrunches the damp scrap of pink cotton into Sabine’s hand.

“For Daniel. He wanted a taste of me.” And that’s it. She steps from the train, the doors close and the carriage jolts back into motion. Sabine takes a moment to put Daniel’s souvenir in a little plastic bag to keep them fresh, tucking them away in the side pocket of her holdall before returning to her seat.

Not an hour later, She’s in a taxi, heading for Poland Street, planning treats for Daniel. She had paused a moment on the station concourse to buy him a Julia Roberts costume. That is, a new tie. Well she can’t just lie there naked, waiting for him to come home, can she?

Daniel took a long lunch break to go camera shopping, dragging Chris along on the principal you don’t have a dog and bark yourself. Besides, he didn’t want to end up paying civilian prices and Chris, as a professional, was much more likely to get a discount.

“There’s such a range of digitals now, really the choice comes down to what you’re going to use it for and how much you want to spend.” The salesman explains after Chris has made the introductions in his favourite toyshop.

“Nothing too technical, just the modern version of a Polaroid I suppose.” Daniel is foundering already.

“What it is John, is this. My colleague here is living with a very pretty girl.” Chris interrupts, taking over negotiations. “What he needs is a tool for making domestic porn. Don’t bother showing him anything less than six million pixels ‘cos this is not a girl you’d want low res pictures of.”

“Six megapixels coming up.”

As the salesman turns his back to find some cameras to show him, Daniel glares at Chris. TMI does not begin to describe it.

“What?” Chris looks hurt, mockingly so. “Why d’you think they sell so many digital cameras? Not having to pick up your prints in Boots has created a whole new generation of would-be porn stars. Relax. You’re among friends here.”

“Ok. What we have are mostly compacts, very portable. There’s not much to choose between the Kodak, the Canon and the Fuji. The Canon’s got the best zoom but it’s £40 more. The other two are both £240 apiece. However, if it doesn’t have to fit in your pocket, there’s this.” The salesman puts a much chunkier fourth camera on the counter. “Fuji’s S7000. Six point one million pixels but interpolated to twelve million.”

Chris sees Daniel’s eyes glazing over. He translates the techno-babble. “Danny Boy. Twelve million is the same as the one I use for work. Of course, that’s real pixels, not interpolated, so you won’t get images quite as good, but close.”

“Looks expensive. Didn’t you just pay nearly two grand for that thing?” Daniel waves at Chris’ camera bag.

“Yeah. But that’s professional kit. Big difference.”

“I can do you the S7000 for £250.” The salesman gets a word in.

Chris picks it up for a closer look. It certainly looks the part. A real big boy’s toy.

“It’ll do video with sound too.” The Salesman suggests.

“There’s a lot of buttons.” Daniel still isn’t sold.

“Leave it on auto and you’ll only ever need four of them. That’s on/off.” The salesman leans over to demonstrate. “Those two by your thumb are to zoom in and out and the big, silver one is the shutter. Press it gently to auto-focus then all the way to take the shot.”

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Opinions? Advice? I didn’t bring you along just to look pretty.”

“This one: More resolution, more functions and more bling. I tell you what. Go with it and I’ll dig out a spare tripod for you.”

“Ok. Sold.” Daniel, happy to accept Chris’ professional judgement, digs his credit card out of his wallet.

By the time he gets out of the shop, he’s actually £350 lighter in the pocket, having been talked into a gigabyte memory card and a camera case. They stop off for a pie and a pint on the way back to work: Daniel’s treat as Chris so generously gave up his lunchtime.

Daniel spent a lot of the afternoon reading the small encyclopaedia that masqueraded as the camera’s user instructions. By home time, he had the basics down and was eager to put it to use.

Sabine hears the sound of a key in the lock and arranges herself on the sofa in her new Julia Roberts costume.

“Evening Liebchen!” Daniel calls, noticing the alarm is off.

“How was your day? Liebling.”

Guided by her voice, Daniel heads for the living room.

“Oh, fine. Chris and I went… Oh! Dear God!” He puts down the camera bag.

“I bought you a new tie. It is pretty. Yah?”

“It’ll go really well with my pink shirt if I ever get it back.” He instinctively loosens his own tie, to facilitate breathing.

Sabine looks like she’s spent a week in the Mediterranean rather than three days in Manchester. The tan may be faked but it’s a bloody good, probably bloody expensive, fake. All over too, unless that tie is hiding a white bit between neck and navel. He leans down to kiss her and finds arms around his neck drawing him just enough off balance that he ends up on top of her, which isn’t a bad place to spend a few minutes.

It is perhaps inevitable that Daniel finds himself faced with the ages old dilemma of an irresistible force meeting an immovable object: The force in question being his erection and the immovable object, his zip. Something has to give.

As he struggles to regain his feet, Sabine turns out to be the ’something’. Having sat up to free him from his trousers, she finds herself perfectly positioned to ‘give’ him a classic knee trembler blowjob. Daniel watches Sabine’s head bobbing up and down his shaft, with one hand wrapped around his root and the other juggling his balls.

Its an incredibly submissive tableau: A man, fully and quite formally clothed, with his penis stuck in the mouth of a naked girl, his hands on her head, urging her on and denying her any choice otherwise. Sabine does have choices. She can swallow every last drop of his semen when he comes or she can share it with Daniel. Decisions, decisions.

Daniel has appreciated Sabine’s oral talent from the start, quite literally. The very first orgasm she gave him was with her mouth. Ok, not quite true: It wasn’t strictly the first, but masturbation fantasies don’t count. It was the first she was actually present for. This occasion is likely to be almost as brief as that one, unless Sabine slows down a bit. She’s working his cock with tongue, teeth and lips at a ferocious pace, devouring him as if she has not eaten for the last three days and he’s dinner. He feels his glans sliding beyond the textured caress of her tongue, right to the back of her throat. Her teeth scrape gently over rigid and ridged flesh until her lips cinch tight around the base of his manhood. All the way! It doesn’t happen often and it always looks so good. Her cheeks are working like she’s swilling mouthwash, pummelling the sides of his cock as her tongue, quite restricted, pushes him against her palette. A moment, then she starts pumping him in and out again, her hand at the base matching her tongue at the tip. She feels his balls starting to tighten in her hand, knows she has only seconds to wait for her first course, speeds up even more, raking his hardness with her incisors as Daniel grips her hair and starts thrusting back at her, fucking her mouth. She squeezes his balls, spurring him to empty them. Feeling the first thick blast is imminent she pulls back. She doesn’t want him to come in her throat; she wants it all on her tongue where she can savour every morsel. Daniel’s climax blasts onto the roof of her mouth, pooling on her waiting tongue, spurt after spurt of hot white semen until she struggles to hold it all in without swallowing. Daniel’s knees really are trembling. As the last, half-hearted dribble escapes him, his legs buckle. It’s not called a knee-trembler for nothing. He drops to his knees.

Sabine is looking up at him with a cat-that-got-the-cream smile. He leans down to meet her lips, kissing her deeply. Sabine’s mouth opens to his, letting his probing tongue dip into the white pool of semen on her own tongue. When Daniel has had his fill, she swallows her share. Not a drop goes to waste.

“Girl, you’re insatiable. You didn’t even give me a chance to get my suit off. Look at it!” Daniel’s now flaccid penis, hanging out of his flies, has drooled in its sleep and left a snail trail on the trousers of his best suit.

“Yah. It will need cleaning, I think.” She urges Daniel to his feet and stands to undress him fully. She’s had lots of practice at this and he still rather enjoys the service. In no time at all, they are both naked, except for the tie Sabine has on. “So. Now you will undress me. Yah?”

“One good turn deserves another.” He eases the tail of the tie through the knot until it comes free, the knot collapses and the tie ends up curled on the pile of his clothes like a snake on a warm rock.

Sabine flows up against him, embracing and being embraced, kissing and being kissed, caressing and being caressed, loving and, yes, being loved. “Say the words, Liebling.” She mumbles against his neck.

“I love you.” He whispers, so quietly it is barely a breath.

“Louder.”

“I love you.” He’s just a little louder this time.

“Louder!”

“I love you.” He gives in.

“Again!”

“I love you.” He sweeps her up in his arms and heads for the bedroom. “And I’ll prove it.”

“Yah. Taten sagen mehr als Worte.”

“Do what?”

“What you do…is louder than…”

“Actions speak louder than words?” He puts Sabine down on the big white duvet.

“Yah. Actions speak louder than words. We will make love and babies now?” She moves over a bit to make room for him.

“All night if you want.” He lies down beside her, drawing her into his arms.

“Ich liebe dich.”

Daniel doesn’t bother to say any more. Loud actions are better. They make love instead of debating it. It’s a change of pace for them. He takes her slowly, simply enjoying being inside her, kissing her, nuzzling her neck, nibbling an earlobe and gazing into her limpid blue eyes. This time it’s about the journey, not just the arriving. It’s a long journey too, but their destination is near. Quickening the pace slightly, Daniel rides Sabine like a surfboard on a tsunami of bliss until they are cast ashore still clinging to each other.

*Chapter 15 – Cameras and flashes*

When they are both fully rested, still curled up together on the bed, the romantic mood is fractured by the rumble of – Is it thunder? Or distant war drums? No, it’s Daniel’s stomach complaining it hasn’t had its dinner yet.

“You are hungry. Yah?”

“A bit. But the cupboard is bare. It’ll have to be dining out or takeaway.”

“We can order pizza again. Yah?”

“No! No way! Not after last time. No…don’t give me that innocent look either…no…” But, in case you haven’t already guessed by his diminishing conviction, this is one of those occasions when ‘no’ doesn’t quite mean ‘no’.

“But you must eat and be strong. Yah? So. I will treat you to pizza.” She bounces off the bed and dashes for the living room and the phone. Daniel bestirs himself to action, pursues her and is just in time to see her running onto the balcony with the handset. She closes the doors, leaning her bottom against them to keep him away while she makes the call. Daniel may not be able to reach her but he can reach the wall socket. He unplugs the phone. Sabine glares at him through the glass but she is a determined and very resourceful girl. The pizzeria is directly opposite this building. Looking over the balcony she can see a couple of delivery scooters parked by the curb. One of the scooters is occupied. She takes a deep breath and yells at the rider.

“Hey! Pizza Boy!”

The young man looks around: No one’s there.

“Pizza Boy!… Up here!”

This time he looks up. He sees Sabine. She waves to make sure she has his attention. She needn’t have bothered. It dawns on him that the tall tale he’s heard about some naked chick who lives across the road and likes pepperoni pizza is perhaps not such a tall tale after all. At least, there’s a topless girl trying to get his attention.

“…with extra pepperoni.”

” What?” Ok. This time she has got his attention.

“I want to order a large deep pan pepperoni with extra pepperoni.”

“Are you serious?” the lad shouts back, still having trouble adjusting to reality.

“Yah. The phone is kaput – not working. It is for the top flat. Ok?”

“Ok.” It is a very bemused delivery boy that walks into the shop and relays Sabine’s order to the cook.

Daniel realized at the first shout that Sabine had trumped him. It looked like it would be pizza for dinner then. Actually he loved pizza but Sabine had created a local legend. It started three, no four, pizzas back. She didn’t bother dressing to answer the door. The guy was gob smacked when a shaved blonde with to-die-for stats took the pizza and handed him the money. At the time it had been a bit of fun, ’safe’ flashing. Sabine had made a habit of it and that was fine too. However, last time they ordered pizza, all the delivery boys must have been busy because the pizzeria proprietor came himself. He’s nearly sixty and has already had one heart attack. The shock could have done for him.

Thinking about it, Sabine was so willing to flash gash that Daniel reckoned she must have really disliked that Manchester photographer to be so upset at the way he looked at her. Anyway, that’s water under the bridge now.

Sabine comes in off the balcony looking smugly triumphant.

“We’re having pizza for dinner then?” He concedes as graciously as his competitive streak will allow.

“Yah. I have a present for you!” Sabine’s just remembered something. “From Karen.” She rushes back to the bedroom, gathering up Daniel’s hand on the way past and practically dragging him in her wake. She bounces onto the bed and scrambles across to the far side to rummage in her bag. Daniel sits on the edge of the bed, contemplating Sabine’s perfectly presented derriere and waiting to see what she’s up to. “Here.” Sabine places something soft in his hand. One glance is enough to identify it as a pink thong.

“From Karen?”

“Yah. She wore them on the train when she masturbated for me. She said-”

“Karen masturbated on the train? You haven’t told me about this.”

“There has been no time for stories. Karen said you wanted a taste of her so she sent you her string.”

Daniel sniffs the bundle of cotton. It smells fresh and decidedly musky.

“She smells good. Yah?”

“She smells very good.” He unfolds the fabric. it’s still quite damp. The smell of aroused girl gets a lot stronger. He raises it to his face, breathing in the fragrance of the girl Sabine seduced. He touches the gusset with the tip of his tongue. It tastes tangy, sharper than Sabine, less sweet. “She tastes good too.”

Sabine watches him explore this intimate gift. Perhaps she should have brought Karen home after all. Karen’s scent is certainly having the right effect on his penis.

“You will call her and say thank you. Yah?”

“Certainly. It’s only polite.” He grins and inhales deeply through the pink cotton. His cock twitches, nodding its head in agreement.

Sabine finds her mobile and calls Karen’s number.

“Hello?”

“Karen?”

“Sabine! Hi! I was just thinking about you… Your ears must have been burning. Did you and Daniel have a good reunion?”

“Yah. Und he is here now.” She hands him the phone.

“Hi Karen. Thanks for the prezzie. You smell sweet.”

“Really? Y’no, It should feel really gross, having a guy I’ve never met sniffing my knickers but, somehow…I dunno…its just horny.”

“Yeah? Well you should try being the guy whose girlfriend dines out in the downstairs restaurant and brings him table scraps.”

“Your girlfriend is amazing. She’s rocked my world in the last three days. I’m thinking things – doing things – I thought I’d never be up for.”

“She is very special. I guess that’s why I love her.”

“You love me because I bring you sexy toys from other girls.” Sabine cuts across. The door bell rings and she gets up to answer it. It’ll be the pizza.

“Karen, our dinner’s just arriving. I’ll have to love you and leave you.”

“Sure. Thanks for calling. I’m glad you liked your souvenir of Manchester. Maybe sometime we’ll get to meet face to face?”

“One day. Sabine will point you out to me and the first inkling you’ll get is when a total stranger whispers in your ear ‘You taste good too’.”

“And I’ll turn red and stutter a lot. Did you taste as well as sniff then?”

“Oh yes. They’re very damp. I licked the gusset all the way to the narrow bit. There’s a spot with a slightly bitter taste there. I reckon that’s where your ass was.”

“You two! You’re both obsessed with my bum!”

“So? Sabine says I’d adore your bum. Apparently it’s gorgeous. Sorry Karen I really have to go. The pizza is getting cold.”

“Ok, handsome stranger, but call me after dinner. I wanna hear you two tonight.”

“Deal. Later Babe.” He hangs up.

“Later?” Sabine mumbles around a mouthful of pizza.

“She wants to listen to us this time. I said Ok.” He grabs a slice.

“Yah. It will be good I think.”

“Did you give the delivery boy his usual tip?”

“Yah. He is new. I like it when boys go red. It reminds me of you.”

“Yeah? Well I don’t do that anymore. You’ve completely cured me. Tell me about the train.”

“You have not told me about your day yet.” Sabine wants him to do the talking so she can concentrate on pepperoni pizza.

“Oh yes. I did try to tell you when I got home but we got distracted. You’re such a pleasant distraction. Chris and I went camera shopping.”

“Und you bought a camera?”

“Yes. It’s in the living room. I’ll get it after dinner.”

“Yah. Und we will make sexy pictures together.”

“Lots of sexy pictures. Then you can phone Karen back and let her choose what to do with the erection her knickers gave me.”

“Yah. But I know already what she will choose, I think.”

While Sabine was disposing of the pizza box and a couple of crusts, Daniel got out his new camera.

“It was expensive. Yah?”

“Not really. But Chris chose it instead of the pocket-sized ones. He says it’ll do anything but as long as I leave it on automatic even I should be able to take pretty pictures. Smile.” He points the camera at her across the kitchen. Sabine, obliging as always, smiles and strikes an incongruously domestic pose for a naked girl, washing dishes.

It takes them less than half an hour to fill the camera’s memory: Over two hundred pictures of Sabine from the front, back, side, above, below (Gotta love that glass coffee table.), standing, sitting, kneeling, squatting, lying, on all fours, even doing the splits. She’s seen enough of his magazines to know what he likes and, boy, does he get it. While Daniel’s emptying the camera on to his PC, Sabine turns on the shower.

“Liebling. We can make more pictures later. Come and wash me. Then we will call Karen. Yah?” She’s already showering when Daniel brings the camera into the bathroom.

“I’ll scrub your back in a minute. I just want to get a few of you all wet.”

“So. You would rather look at me than touch me. Yah?”

“I surrender!” Daniel can take a hint. He puts the camera down and joins her for soapy fun. Showering with Sabine is always soapy fun.

*Chapter 16 – Synchronised sodomy*

The phone rings. Karen answers it immediately.

“Hi. I thought you two had forgotten about me.”

“Not a chance. I’ve just been taking the pictures Sabine wouldn’t let the photographer take in Manchester.”

“That guy was creepy.”

“So Sabine said. Anyway, forget about him. You’ve done your jobs, you’ll get paid and you’ll probably never meet him again.”

“Is Sabine there? Can I have a word?”

“Sure. Two ticks. Liebchen, you’ll have to take that out of your mouth. Karen wants a word with you.”

“Yah?” Sabine takes the phone.

“Did I interrupt something?”

“Nein. He is hard enough I think.”

“I did interrupt something then! What’s he up to now?”

“He is playing with your string again.”

“My string? Oh…my thong. Sabine…I’ve been thinking about this anal sex lark…I’ve got a vibrator. It’s quite slim… Can we do it together?”

“Und you have lubricant. Yah?”

“Will baby oil do?”

“Yah. It will be ok, I think.”

“And it’s a finger first?”

“Yah. For you, because you are alone.”

“Sabine…when you licked me there…does Daniel ever do that?”

“Yah. He would like to now I think.” Sabine glances at Daniel who’s lying beside her eavesdropping as he strokes his cock with Karen’s knickers.

Sabine rolls over, sticking her ass in the air but still leaning on a pillow with the phone to her ear. Daniel kneels beside her and dips his head down between her buttocks to tongue-tease her rosebud. He’s fond of this upside-down position because it puts his nose so close to her pussy – a scent that always drives him crazy.

“Oh yah…mmm…”

“Is he doing it? Licking your bum?” Karen’s own finger is working around her ass in ever decreasing circles, working up the courage to dip in.

“Yah…und you?”

“Here goes…” Karen hesitates a moment longer then takes the plunge, gently driving her finger through the resistance of her anus. She stops at the first knuckle. “…There!” She’s triumphant.

“Das ist gut. You must be gentle und slow.” Daniel stops licking and slips a lubed finger into Sabine, keeping pace with Karen. “Gentle und slow.” Sabine repeats.

“It feels ok. I’m gonna try two…ooh… that’s much harder isn’t it?”

“Yah. It is why you must be slow und relax.” Sabine feels Daniel’s second digit nudge its way into her. He rotates them this way and that, through a hundred and eighty degrees, feeling her muscles relax to accommodate the intrusion.

“Hey! It’s getting easier… Ooh! …It feels quite nice doesn’t it? …Sort of itchy, tingly.” Karen’s two knuckles deep now and beginning to work in and out.

“Yah…It feels sehr gut…turn them inside you. Yah?” If Sabine’s clit had a voice, it’d be screaming for attention but she knows, once she touches it, she won’t be in a fit state of mind to guide Karen’s explorations.

“Oh God! That feels great! …Sabine! My pussy’s dripping and I haven’t even touched it! …Ooh…mmm… How’s Handsome Stranger doin’?”

“He is ready when you are, I think.”

“Ohh!… Ok! Let’s do it.” She slips her fingers out and reaches for her vibe, twisting the base to set it in motion.

Sabine can hear the buzzing down the phone. “You are ready. Yah?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. You?”

“Eine moment… Yah. I also am ready.” She senses rather than feels Daniel’s cock, poised millimetres from her.

“Together then…on three…two…one…Ooohhh!” Taking the plunge, literally, Karen pushes three inches of smooth plastic into her rectum, feeling the immediate thrill of the vibrations running through her pelvic floor muscles.

“Yahhh!…” Sabine pushes back as Daniel thrusts, taking fully half his length. The time for talking is over. She reaches for her clit, lashing at it as Daniel pumps at her with frenzied energy, one hand on her hip for balance and one clutching a pink thong to his nose and mouth.

Karen drops her phone on the pillow beside her to free her other hand. Two fingers slip in past her labia and her palm presses down on her clitoris, working it with the gentle rocking motion that’s been getting her off since she first discovered masturbation. The muted hum of the vibe she’s impaled on and the delicious sensations suffusing her abdomen are an added thrill. She’s not far off now. So quick!

“Ooh…oh yeah!…ooohhhh….Yesss!…” She’s barely ready for it when her climax hits her from two sides at once – the familiar clitoral orgasm almost subsumed by the deeper, much more intense vaginal orgasm that leaves her fighting for breath.

Sabine, hearing Karen come so quickly, is impatient to join her. Her hand thrashes at her sensitive bud and her hips grind back against Daniel, spurring him on. She’s so close now. So close.

The scent of a stranger filling his nostrils, Daniel grunts as he forces himself into Sabine’s ass, content only when his balls slap into her labia. Just…a few more…strokes…and… “Oh God! Yesss!” His body goes rigid as he comes, boiling fluid gushing out of him, flooding around his cock.

Sabine lets herself go, a low wail keening from her parted lips as the hot wave of her climax washes through her. As the tide of ecstasy recedes, she can feel Daniel softening inside her but still sheathed to the hilt. She cannot speak just now. She reaches back, handing him the phone.

“Hi Honey. Did you have fun?” he asks Karen.”

“Um…Let me think…YES! Did you? I couldn’t tell with all the noise Sabine made.”

“I had a pink cotton gag anyway. How does your bum feel now?”

“Tingly.”

“Not sore?”

“No.”

“So you don’t need someone to kiss it better?”

“Dirty boy! You’ve just bum-fucked Sabine and you’re already after more? Perhaps you should kiss hers better.”

“I would but it’s still occupied.”

“Still?”

“Still. And getting harder by the second. Here’s Sabine.” He passes the phone back.

“So. You are ok. Yah?”

“Oh yeah. Sabine, you two…well, you’re amazing. I thought Manchester would be dead boring but you’ve rocked my world.”

“Vielen dank. We enjoy you too.”

“Look, I’m really sorry I chickened out last night.”

“That is ok. It was too soon I think.”

“That’s just it though, now I wish I hadn’t bottled it… Sabine, I really want to try and I don’t want it to be with someone else.”

Sabine has no answer to that. Karen’s sweet but very new to all this. Sabine really doesn’t want to complicate her life that much. Karen notices the silence.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to crowd you… Oh dear… I’ve offended you, haven’t I?” She sounds ready to cry.

“I am not offended. It is… complicated.”

“I know… It was a bad idea. And my timing sucks.”

“Yah. It is a bad time for talking.”

“Oh God! I forgot! Daniel’s still in you?”

“Yah.”

“Look, I’m gonna leave you two to it. Give him a big kiss from me… And call me soon.”

“Yah. Tomorrow. K?sse.” The phone goes dead in Sabine’s hand. She tosses it aside and, with a little help from Daniel’s strong arms, manages to turn over onto her back with her legs tucked up by her ears and Daniel’s cock still rooted in her ass. One of Daniel’s favourite positions: He gets to butt fuck her and watch her masturbate at the same time.

“Now that I have your undivided attention, I’d like to take this opportunity to remind you of a certain promise – To fuck you until your pelvis broke?”

“Yah. I remember. Now is a good time I think.” Her hands head straight for her fotze, fingers queuing up to squeeze into her still slick hole. This is probably not a position she can fist herself in but, hey, no harm in trying.

Daniel’s hips start to move. Long strokes, steady rhythm, marathon pace. He’s in no hurry for his second orgasm. He has a promise to keep.