I take a sip of my Coke.
“OK, but don’t get mad, Aunt-Mom Jude.”
Eric surprises me and smiles and strokes the boy’s head.
“Flyn has always known I’m his dad for whatever he needs, right?”
The kid nods and hugs me around the waist.
“And now I know Aunt Jude is my mom.”
My eyes fill with tears. I’m such a softie!
Eric hugs and kisses me on the lips.
“I’ll tell you again: you’re the best thing I’ve ever had in my life,” he says.
19
Three days later, I’m not feeling so great again.
I must be catching the cold Flyn has had.
My head hurts, and I just want to sleep, sleep, and sleep.
But I can’t. Frida called yesterday because she wants to see us. She and Andrés have something to tell us, and, because of her tone, I think it must be something very exciting. She told me she had also invited Björn to come over. I take an acetaminophen and wait for them.
Laila’s in the kitchen when I take the pill.
“Are you not feeling well?”
My relationship with her isn’t cold but frozen.
“No.”
She nods.
“By the way, some friends are coming over this afternoon and—”
“Oh, who?”
Her interest bothers me. What does she care?
“Friends of mine and Eric’s,” I say, hoping she’ll take the hint. “I’d appreciate it if you gave us some privacy while they’re here.”
Could I be any clearer?
She doesn’t like what I said.
“I’ll go pick up Flyn,” she volunteers.
“No, please,” I say. “Norbert will go.”
“Then I’ll go with him.”
An hour later, the first to arrive is Björn, as handsome as ever. We give each other a hug, and, grabbing him by the arm, I pull him into the living room. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Laila watching us from the kitchen.
I close the sliding door.
“You OK? You don’t look so good.”
“I think Flyn gave me his cold.”
“You should be in bed, beautiful,” says Björn, smiling.
“I know, but I want to know what Frida and Andrés have to tell us.”
“If they don’t get here soon, I’ll put you in bed myself, understood?”
I smile again and give him a punch on the shoulder.
Ten minutes later, Frida and Andrés arrive with little Glen, who’s already running around and is a mess. The last to arrive is Eric who, seeing us all together, smiles and kisses me.
“Are you OK, sweetheart?”
“I’m somewhat congested. I think Flyn gave me his cold.”
After eyeing me with concern, he greets his friends and takes Glen in his arms to kiss his neck. The boy starts laughing, and I get itchy when my husband looks up meaningfully. I get the message; I get it.
Twenty minutes later, Flyn comes home from school. Seeing him, Björn hugs him tight, and, as with Glen, we all make him the focus of our attention for a while. The kid loves that.
When Simona brings us a pitcher of lemonade and beers, she insists on taking Glen and Flyn to give them a snack. She disappears with the two kids, and we all sit on the couch. Björn keeps getting text messages.
“Well, what is it that you have to tell us?” I ask.
Frida and Andrés look at each other and grin.
“Don’t tell me you’re expecting another baby,” I say.
“Congratulations!” says Eric. “We’re next!”
“Sure, Iceman,” I laugh, amused.
Frida and Andrés let out a laugh and shake their heads.
“We’re moving to Switzerland,” says Frida.
“What?”
Frida takes my hands. “It’s a good opportunity for Andrés,” she explains.
“Is that the offer you’ve been waiting for?” Eric asks.
Andrés nods.
“That’s fantastic,” says Björn. “Congratulations.”
While they congratulate him, Frida tells me she and Andrés are excited about this new challenge in their lives. I nod like a bobblehead, despite the sadness I feel.
“Thank you, my friends,” Andrés says with a laugh. “I’d forgotten about it, until a week ago, when they called and made the offer. After I discussed it with Frida, we decided to accept.”
Everyone is happy.
And, suddenly, my eyes fill with tears.
Frida is my great friend, and I don’t want them to leave.
“Are you all right?” she asks me.
I nod, but the tears keep falling. I can’t control them.
What’s wrong with me? Why am I crying like this?
Seeing me in such a state, Eric takes me in his arms.
“Sweetheart, what’s the matter?”
I don’t answer. I can’t do it. I’ll look like a chimpanzee and even more ridiculous. Touched by the hiccups that are now assaulting me, Björn gives me a squeeze.
“Incredible . . . You cry too.”
That makes me laugh. But I keep crying even as I laugh.
“I’m glad Björn makes you smile,” Eric says.
“Learn, my friend!” Björn says in jest.
Frida hugs me. She understands what’s happening to me.
“We’ll see you a lot, silly girl. You’ll see. And, in any case, we’re not leaving until the beginning of the year. There is still a bit of time left.”
I nod, but I can’t speak. Once more, someone I love will be far from me. I know I’ll miss her very much.
Time passes and the long-awaited day of Laila’s departure arrives, although that means Eric is also leaving.
I don’t like that he’s going to London, but I’ve decided to put jealousy aside and trust him. Eric deserves it. He shows me his love in such a way that, honestly, who am I to distrust him?
I go with them to the airport. Norbert takes us, and I hug my husband all the way there. I love his smell, I love his touch, and, as we get closer to our destination, I become anguished. Four days without seeing him is an eternity for me.
When we arrive, Eric gets out of the car first.
“It’s been a pleasure to meet you,” Laila tells me.
“I can’t say the same,” I reply. “And, if possible, please avoid coming back to our home at all costs, or I’ll have to tell Eric you’re not so good or so charming.”
“Björn is a loudmouth.”
“And you’re a bitch.”
There, I told her!
What a distinct pleasure!
Without answering, she gets out of the car and walks toward her uncle. It’ll be a relief to have her out of my sight. She says goodbye to Norbert, and I notice she gets on the plane without looking back. After greeting the pilot, Eric returns to the car and embraces me.
“In four days at most, I’ll be back at your side, OK?”
I nod. I convince myself and kiss him. I devour him as he presses against me.
“If you keep kissing me like that, you’re not going anywhere.”
Eric lets go and winks at me before heading up the stairs to the plane.
“Be good, sweetheart,” he says.
“You too, big guy.”
Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting with Norbert as we watch the plane take off. Eric disappears from view.
On the way home, I’m sad; I miss him already.
“Ma’am, Mr. Zimmerman asked me to give you this when we got home,” Norbert says, handing me an envelope.
I quickly tear it open.
Sweetheart,
It’ll only be a few days. Trust me, OK?
I love you.
Eric
I smile immediately. I love these little gestures.
After dinner that night, Flyn takes Calamar to bed. I stay in the living room, watching TV with Susto at my feet. I’m hit by a wave of melancholia and—I can’t help it—my ey
es begin to tear up. I really miss him.
Finally, I decide to call. I need to hear his voice. He picks up on the fourth ring.
“Yes, Jude.”
“I miss you.”
I hear him excusing himself.
“Love, I’m at a business dinner.”
“But I miss you.”
His warm laugh when he hears me makes me feel good.
“Go to bed and read something, or play with something in your special drawer and think of me,” he says.
“I’m still going to miss you,” I say.
Eric laughs again.
“I have to hang up, sweetheart. But in an hour, I’ll call you on Skype from my hotel room, and, if you want . . . we can play.”
Oooh, webcam sex?
How intense!
I’ve never experienced that.
“I’ll wait anxiously for your call,” I say, excited. “In the meantime, I’ll read.”
Knowing I’m going to talk to him soon lifts my spirits. When I hang up, it’s quarter to ten.
I turn off the television, give Susto a kiss on the head, and am about to go to my room when I stop to check in on Flyn. He’s asleep with Calamar at his feet. They’re beautiful!
I lock the door to my room.
I’m waiting for a hot, sexy, and kinky call. I brush my teeth, put on a suggestive nightgown, and get into the huge bed. It’s so expansive when Eric’s not here. Suddenly, I can smell him. The sheets. Wonderful!
I let myself fall on the side where my love sleeps, and I enjoy being surrounded by his aroma.
After I get my fill, I open my laptop and go on Facebook. I talk to my friends, the Warriors, until Skype lets me know I have a call. I say goodbye to them and accept the call. The camera connects, and I see my love.
“Hi, honey.”
“Hello, beautiful.”
It’s so strange to see Eric on a screen. I want him by my side.
“How are you, sweetheart?”
“All right, now that I can see you.”
We both smile.
“I’m naked and willing to play,” he says as he leans back on the bed. “C’mon, undress for me.”
Laughing, I take off my nightgown.
“Close your eyes. Don’t look at the screen and imagine that two other men and I are looking at you. We’re standing around the bed, and we want to possess you, although we want to look at you first. Do you like the idea?”
“Yes.”
He knows I’ll get wet just thinking about it.
“Touch your nipples. We like that. Pinch them for us.”
I pinch myself as he asks, while my imagination flies and flies, and I feel a pleasant and strange pain. Imagining being the focus of three men provokes me. I want them to want me; I want them to play with me. Hearing Eric’s breathing, I open my eyes.
“Touch yourself, Eric. Stroke your cock as if it were me who was doing it.”
He does as I say. I watch. His penis is hard and smooth, just as I like it.
“Are you enjoying how those men are looking at me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like how I open my legs for them?”
I hear him gasp.
“I love it, baby . . . Open them a little more and flex them.”
I do, and, excited to hear the noises coming from the screen, I focus on his pleasure.
“Touch yourself. Close your eyes and imagine you’re offering me to one of those men. Do you like the idea?”
“Yes. Yes . . .”
I take a breath while my blond boy plays.
“He fucks me . . . And I gasp. He penetrates me while you kiss me; then you bite my lips the way you like, and I moan.”
“Yes, Jude . . . Go on . . . Go on.”
“The man lies down on the bed and asks me to get on top of him. He takes my nipples in his mouth and spanks me so I’ll squeeze up against him. Then you spank me too.” We both huff. “Now his fingers play inside me. You put yours inside me too, and I’m yours all over again.”
“Yes, sweetheart . . . Yes.”
“He brings his fingers out, opens my legs urgently, and rams into me. I scream. You stand behind me, grab me by the waist, and move me . . . begging me not to stop fucking and not to stop screaming.”
For a while we dedicate ourselves to getting as hot as we can. I use my words to bring him to orgasm. Hearing his gruff groan drives me crazy. I want to kiss him, touch him, but I’m frustrated because I can’t.
“My love, is everything OK?”
Eric moves on the bed and mutters while cleaning himself with a tissue.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asks.
I laugh.
“It’s my first time. I think you’re my first in many things.”
We both laugh and continue our game.
“Open the nightstand drawer,” says Eric. “Put our toys on the bed and show them to me.”
I do what he asks.
“Let’s play with the green gel dildo with the suction cup. Stick it on the small table in front of the fireplace. Then come back to bed.”
Excited, I do as he asks. I get up, lick the suction cup, and press it on the side of the table. It sticks right out in front of me. I go back to bed and tell him it’s ready.
“Now I want you to get the violet dildo for your clitoris.”
“I’ve got it.”
“Great . . . Now open your legs.” His tone gets more intimate and low. “More . . . more . . . A little more . . . Like that.”
“Close your eyes and touch yourself for me. Give me everything, sweetheart. Put that violet dildo on the tip of your clitoris and go gently, so your clitoris swells up like I like.”
I do as he instructs, and, with my legs apart, I carefully place the device on my clitoris. My body responds immediately.
“Enjoy it . . . Like that . . . Like that . . . Now up the speed once, then again . . .”
The feeling and my breathing both get so intense.
My love, my German, my husband, knows what I like and what I need even thousands of miles away.
“Turn it up a little higher, Jude,” he says.
I scream. I’m drenched. My clitoris is swollen, and I want more.
“Don’t close your legs . . . No . . . no, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Squeeze the dildo against you and enjoy it . . . I want to see your wetness . . . C’mon, let me see you come.”
My body tenses. I want to close my legs, but I obey. I want him to see how I come and how wet I get. The violet dildo at top speed is fantastic, and my clitoris blooms second by second. A bolt of heat runs through my body and goes to my head.
“Sweetheart . . . don’t close your legs. Good . . . good . . . Hold on a bit more.”
I convulse and my legs close as pleasure runs through me. In that moment, my love demands I keep going without rest.
“Now I want you to fuck me, Jude. Get up and fuck me.”
I know what he wants. I get up urgently, my eyes glazed with lust, pick up the laptop, and take it to the green gel penis. I put the laptop on the little table and check the perspective I’m offering him. Then I impale myself on the dildo.
“I’m on top of you.”
“Yes, sweetheart . . . Yes . . .”
“Like that? You like it like that?” I whisper, while the gel penis goes in and out of me.
“Yes,” he answers as he jerks off. “I feel you, sweetheart . . . Do you feel me?”
I watch him.
“Yes . . .”
“Press down more and hold on to the edge of the table.”
I moan the more I squeeze against the dildo while my love encourages me.
“C’mon, darling. Fuck me; enjoy it.”
Clutching the table, I bite my lower lip while my hips rise and fall on the green gel dick. I close my eyes and feel my Iceman’s gaze. His hands encircle my waist and help me up and down. Again and again I push myself up and down while Eric tells me how much he likes it . . . how much he’s enjoying it.<
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“Oh yes, yes . . .”
My fluids soak the gel. I’m breathing like a locomotive. I’m drenched and pant and pant until I can’t take it anymore. After one last penetration that reaches my deepest core, I finally come.
I’m still trembling when I hear my love tell me a hundred wonderful things. I feel his breath on my mouth. I want him. I adore him. I love everything I do with him, and I want to keep learning.
“Everything OK?” Eric asks after our breathing stabilizes.
“Yes.”
I giggle.
“All right, sweetheart; let’s go to bed.”
I take the still wet dildo from inside me, pick up the laptop, and throw myself in bed.
“Thank you, love.”
Eric laughs.
“There’s nothing to thank me for, sweetheart.”
“Rest, darling. It’s late.”
“OK.”
“We’ll talk tomorrow?”
“I love you.”
“I love you more, sweetheart.”
“Nope, me more.”
“Me,” he insists, chuckling.
“All right, say good night.”
“You say good night first,” he says, grinning.
After five minutes of laughter during which we behave like two teenagers, we finally say good night and sign off at the same time.
I’m exhausted, satisfied, and wet. Our toys are scattered all around the bed, but I decide to put an end to the orgy. I get up and put away those I didn’t use. I go to the little table and pull the dildo. Wow, I enjoyed that. I take it and the violet dildo to the bathroom and wash them. When everything is clean, I put them away.
So tired, I unlock the door, lie down, and fall asleep on Eric’s pillow. It smells like him.
20
The next morning, I open my eyes and feel an irrepressible urge to vomit.
I run to the bathroom just in time. I’ve definitely caught Flyn’s bug.
With a sour stomach and a sore throat, I go back to bed. I sleep like a log.
“Judith, aren’t you going to get up today?” I hear Simona asking.
I raise my head.
“What time is it?”
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