It was a friend's flat which
she had said I could stay in
for the weekend while she
was away in Scotland. Only
don't use my bed for anything;
there is the spare bedroom if
you need or want, she said, giving
me that stare. So, Sophia said in
her broken English, that unusual
she letting you stay while she
away; she know you going to
have a girl here? No, she just
guesses, not knows, I said. You
have other girls here to sleep?
No, no, this is the first time only;
she wanted the flat safeguarded
while she was away. Sophia gazed
at me then looked around the
flat. It look ok, she said, is the bed
good in other room? I guess so,
I said( I'd never slept there before,
only my friend's bed but that's
another story.) My parents worry
if I not home tonight, she said, but
daytime we can be doing things.
Sure, I said.(I'd not sleep there on
my own of course; where's the joy
in that?) Coffee or tea? She looked
at the bed and the furnishing. We
have *** first, coffee after, she said.
No build up; no foreplay; just right
down to it, and she undressed quicker
than I could imagine, and I was just
starting on my socks, and I gazed at
her laying there stark naked, her *****
like small piglets, her blondish *****
welcoming. Don't you want any music?
I said. No music waste of ears, distracts
from business, she said. Ok, so I then
undressed and lay beside her. She then
said, are you sure you not have ***
before? No not here, I said. Where then?
she asked, other room? Sometime ago,
long story. You and your friend? she asked.
Yes, I said. You here now with me and not
worry you? Both of you at once maybe, but
not you alone, I said. She moved to the side
of the bed and sat facing the window. You
still love her and want *** with her? No,
just you and I no one else, I said. She shrugged
her shoulders; her blonde hair was shining
there and I wanted to smooth it down, but
I just lay and stared at her back, imagining
her front. My parents worry if I'm not home
by 10pm, she said. Ok, no problem. So she
climbed back into bed and we went ahead.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
It was a friend's flat which
she had said I could stay in
for the weekend while she
was away in Scotland. Only
don't use my bed for anything;
there is the spare bedroom if
you need or want, she said, giving
me that stare. So, Sophia said in
her broken English, that unusual
she letting you stay while she
away; she know you going to
have a girl here? No, she just
guesses, not knows, I said. You
have other girls here to sleep?
No, no, this is the first time only;
she wanted the flat safeguarded
while she was away. Sophia gazed
at me then looked around the
flat. It look ok, she said, is the bed
good in other room? I guess so,
I said( I'd never slept there before,
only my friend's bed but that's
another story.) My parents worry
if I not home tonight, she said, but
daytime we can be doing things.
Sure, I said.(I'd not sleep there on
my own of course; where's the joy
in that?) Coffee or tea? She looked
at the bed and the furnishing. We
have *** first, coffee after, she said.
No build up; no foreplay; just right
down to it, and she undressed quicker
than I could imagine, and I was just
starting on my socks, and I gazed at
her laying there stark naked, her *****
like small piglets, her blondish *****
welcoming. Don't you want any music?
I said. No music waste of ears, distracts
from business, she said. Ok, so I then
undressed and lay beside her. She then
said, are you sure you not have ***
before? No not here, I said. Where then?
she asked, other room? Sometime ago,
long story. You and your friend? she asked.
Yes, I said. You here now with me and not
worry you? Both of you at once maybe, but
not you alone, I said. She moved to the side
of the bed and sat facing the window. You
still love her and want *** with her? No,
just you and I no one else, I said. She shrugged
her shoulders; her blonde hair was shining
there and I wanted to smooth it down, but
I just lay and stared at her back, imagining
her front. My parents worry if I'm not home
by 10pm, she said. Ok, no problem. So she
climbed back into bed and we went ahead.
A BOY AND POLISH GIRL IN 1969
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