Wood fire

The following day, as I was waking up, Inga walked in to my room. She was carrying a small rucksack, had rosy cheeks, and smelled of fresh air and wood fire. She almost smothered me, jumping on the bed and laughing. Out of her bag, which seemed to contain clothes and a few books, she pulled a box which was full of forest fruits.

“Today I make breakfast!” She declared. She did. It was a delight. I made coffee, we had the fruits with a little milk and some cornflakes. She said she had seen her aunt, who asked her who I was. She smiled mischievously: “I told her, my new victim!” Then she realised what she’d said, and came to sit on my lap, covering me with kisses.

Red lips

Now the red lips tasted of fruit and milk. “I am no victim, I said, or, if I were, a willing one…” We were now serious. Her eyes were asking, and I knew what she wanted: she was thirsty. We went back to the room, I lied flat on my back, she came over me, her hands behind my head, and I took the position she wanted. I realised then that I wanted her to drink from me, more than anything else, even more than sex. I felt her tongue on my skin, then her teeth. I held her tighter. She had a small shiver and started drinking.

Green eyes

Eyes closed, I kissed her forehead, the green eyes were almost invisible. This time we stayed like this for a long time. She went to sleep almost immediately afterwards. She was still all dressed for the ride, with her boots on. I took my time and undressed her, taking the shoes off first, then her frock, then her top.

She was wearing delicious old-fashioned underwear, which I peeled off, admiring once again the delicacies of her body. She did not wake up, in fact she was snoring a little. I wrapped her up in the top sheet and a light blanket. Then I went to the bath room, looked at the bite, and felt elated, and hungry. I washed, went to the kitchen for coffee and more fruit.

A Ring

I was working for the next four hours, and Inga did not wake up for another two hours. In the meantime I got things for her, towels, some toiletries, and a ring for her keys. I made space in the bathroom and our room for her clothes. As the previous day, in the evening, she appeared, naked, behind me, warm and wanting to be held. We kissed, long and close. I then told her to get dressed. We would go to the park, and then come back to prepare dinner. She had brought some clothes, simple things she could wear in town.

She showed me her books, explained they were from where her family came from originally, on the other side of the Oder, in a region which is now Poland. I said that I’d very much like her to read to me. She said she would, she’d like that a lot, and also she wanted to know about my stories. We went out and walked to the park, which was a pleasant ten minutes walk on a quiet street. She held my arm, and we fell into steps, naturally. Inga wore a warm jumper and some training trousers, her hair held in a band.

Acrobatics

We ran, she climbed a tree, started acrobatics on exercise machines that she found on the side of the path. She was quick as silver, her body a marvel of suppleness, and strength. She was very skilled at the fixed bar, and laughed at my efforts to emulate her. I was deep in love. She wanted to walk all round the park, and I enjoyed holding her, kissing her as we went. In the early evening light her eyes reflected the strikes of colours in the sky. We went back, her arm around my waist, mine around her shoulder.

I thought of the owl, and she, reading my mind, said: “I will tell you all, about my friends, about the woods, about where I came from. And about why I am thirsty for you…” I was silent, we got to the house, we kissed, enlaced. I started preparing dinner in the kitchen, she went to the bathroom, had a shower, came back to me wearing a wonderful old night shirt, and nothing else. She said: “tonight I’m staying with you.” The calm green eyes were on me, and what I felt then, was that I wanted to drink from her.

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