Waking up
Sleeping with her that night, that is falling asleep holding her, then, much later, waking up slowly with her over me, her mouth on mine, my sex inside her, changed my life forever. She started reorganising the house to her image, brought plants, planted herbs on the balcony, brought more books. In the meantime I submitted my paper, which was accepted.
A few days later my sponsor asked me to apply for a post of research assistant, German history, and proceed to a doctorate. I accepted. This finally meant financial independence, and the subject I proposed, which was immediately endorsed, was “Population and agrarian reforms in eighteen century Brandenburg, through the local literature”, which was as close to my interests as one could get.
Night errands
Inga asked me to come out with her in her night errands. Because my work was now letting me organise my time as I wished, I adapted my day, and night, to her needs. We slept from dawn till late morning. Inga then worked in the house, cooked, took care of the plants, helped me in my research. At dusk we rode out on our bikes, well covered up as the weather had by then turned colder.
She took me through paths I’d never have found by myself. We went through dark woods, small lost villages. Sometime she asked me to stay hidden behind, for her friends, owls, mammals of all types, wild boars, and once a big grey wolf, were suspicious.
I was to be patient, trust had to be won. We explored each other, mentally and physically. She had no inhibition, she had no fear. She led our sex life, inventive, forever seeking me, provoking me even, in a way that enslaved me to her and her wishes. She drank from me, sometime without sex, most of the time absorbing me inside, sinking into her. From time to time I’d reassert my maleness, pinned her down on her back, licking her exquisite thighs and vulva to orgasm and then penetrating her in full force, for ages. She was then silent, then laughing, then she was thirsty, and it was my turn to submit to her will and desire.
Dialect
She read stories, I read her more stories. My knowledge of her dialect improved every day. She was now holding a journal, she said, for her aunt to know about our life. Still from time to time, alone, she would go away at dusk for the night, coming back at dawn, tired, smelling of earth and wood fire. I never asked questions.
She took me to meet her aunt. Her name was Ewa. The farm was ancient, well maintained, and very isolated. There were woods and fields, all round, modern equipment and a big SUV in the barn. A wildfire was burning in the huge chimney. Ewa was amazingly beautiful, still dark haired, wily, asking questions and scrutinising this young man, who somehow had seduced her girl, or was seduced by her. A huge shepherds dog came around and identified me.
We had Apfelwein and Pretzel, spoke about the province, about the farm, the weather, my work. She was interested in my thesis, and I realised she was a well educated, knowledgeable lady. We spoke about the Wende, the properties her family had to leave there, on the other side of the river. Inga was mostly silent. Ewa invited me to come back, and said she was sure I’d look after Inga. I said to her that Inga was my life. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.
Feeling
It was already late as we rode back, and Inga led us to the clearing where we had first met. “I want you to drink from me,” she said, and pulled from her bag a small pen knife. “Let me do a small cut, as you don’t know yet how to do it without killing me…”, she laughed. Then I heard the owl. We sat, Inga and me, as we had that night. She turned to me, her head at an angle: “I cut, then you put your lips straightaway against the cut.”
She did, I seized her head, pulled her towards me, gently, and started sucking. Her body went limp, I was full of fear, but as her blood started flowing in my mouth, as I was holding her tight, I swore to myself to marry her, to die for her. I stopped sucking after a few minutes. I licked her wound.
It was a strange feeling, I felt as if I was seeing myself through her eyes. She looked at me, kissed me on the mouth. The green eyes were sparkling. We rode home slowly and went straight to bed, she and I, naked, enlaced, as one body. I dreamed she was the male, and she was penetrating me, asking to drink. Later she woke up, woke me up and we made wild love. The following morning, as she was still asleep, I had hallucinations. Inga was riding the owl, Ewa was telling me to cook the mushrooms, I had landed in another world.
I went to the kitchen and made coffee. Inga had collected some fruit, bread and veggies at Ewa’s farm. I’d wait till she awoke. I went to our room, Inga was asleep, softly calling me. I lied next to her, took her in my arms, and fell asleep again, holding her tight. We slept, as one, for another two hours. When she woke, she said “I’m thirsty”, and she drank from me for a long time.
We stayed in bed, kissing, flirting, licking, and then got up and made breakfast. I was little unsteady, and Inga said: “It will pass, have a rest when you want, I’ll look after the house!” I kissed her, on the eyes, in the mouth, on the neck. Then I fell on my knees, and licked her vulva, my mouth at time full of her black hair.
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