Anne's Collection #1: Five Stories

by Anne Eton

  Dominika waited.

  “I’m afraid if we are intimate tonight, I will fall in love with you,” Gina continued finally. “I’m nearly there, already. But Dominika, I have to protect myself. I’ve tried casual affairs in the past, one-nighters, whatever, and it never worked. Look, I’m not asking for a declaration of love, but I know myself well enough by now that I need a commitment from you. I just got out of a long-term relationship, but I’m ready, because I think you are awesome.”

  The Polish girl stared, stunned. She was amazed that Gina had had the exact same relationship anxieties that had worried her also.

  “And I don’t do long-distance,” Gina went on. “And I think you’re going back to Poland after graduation. Right?”

  “Yes, “Dominika whispered.

  “Well, look then. This is impossible. You are returning to your country and I’ll be deploying somewhere so this has no chance…”

  “Wait please,” Dominika interrupted. “What, ‘deploying?’”

  “Like, getting shipped out. I’m joining the military, okay? I haven’t told anyone yet. So I guess it doesn’t even matter if you were staying in America or not…”

  “You are joking with me.”

  “I’m not joking. I called the recruiter day before yesterday. I’m meeting him tomorrow for the signup.”

  Silence.

  “Look, there is no security in being an actress and I want to serve my country. And I’ll have medical benefits, and—”

  “ARE YOU CRAZY?” Dominika snapped upright in bed.

  “Whoa. Way to be judgmental,” Gina muttered.

  “This is… this is impossible. You cannot do this thing.”

  “Why not?”

  “Why not? Because you are an amazing actress, with incredible gifts. Did you not read your review from the newspaper? What is the matter with you?”

  Gina flushed. “I don’t think I like your tone.”

  “If I am upset, it is your fault. No one will agree with this decision. No one. You… you are so good, and you can contribute so much to your art. Your success is a foregone conclusion.”

  Unexpectedly, Gina laughed. “Nothing’s a foregone conclusion in show business.”

  “Do you think you have no talent?”

  “I…” the brunette looked away. She remained silent for long time. Dominika waited, staring at the naked beautiful woman in the dark.

  “I have to get away,” Gina said finally. “I have to do something new. Look, Dominika, you’re right: no one will agree with my decision, except the recruiter. It would be nice to have at least one friend who supported me.”

  “The pain of your breakup with Annabelle has caused you to make this decision. Can’t you see? This will be the greatest mistake of your life.”

  Even in the dark, Dominika could see the brunette’s face bloom with anger. “Don’t make me mad. I’m warning you.”

  “Gina, I… I lost my heart to you, too, that first day. I did not know it, but I realized it in time.”

  Gina looked away. She blinked, trying to control powerful emotions.

  “But even if I felt nothing for you, it would still be obvious to me that you possess great gifts. Your acting is… it is so good, I do not even have words. It has always been so, probably, yes?”

  The brunette nodded, reluctantly. “Acting has always been easy for me.”

  “It is easy for you because you were born with a thing inside of you, a thing that some people work hard their whole lives trying to learn.”

  After a pause, Gina spoke. “I’ve always felt kind of guilty about that. Like, I know it’s the only thing I can do, but why can’t other people do it, too?”

  “You have something unique,” Dominika pressed on. “I am telling you, in the most objective way, that your success will indeed be a foregone conclusion.”

  Gina was quiet for a long time. Finally, she said: “You believe in me more than I believe in myself.”

  Dominika pulled Gina’s hand to her mouth and kissed it.

  “If I had somebody like you…” the brunette continued. She stopped short, looking away. Her brow furrowed.

  “Gina?”

  Her host did not hear her. She was thinking about something, hard.

  “Okay,” the brunette said finally. She spoke slowly, letting a new idea express itself. “You believe in me that much?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then come with me to New York.”

  “What?”

  “After graduation. Don’t go back to Poland. Listen, somebody said you were going to go to medical school back there, right? There’s plenty of schools in New York. Come with me. I can’t do it alone. I haven’t told anyone this, either, but I got an email from a casting director who is scouting people for principal roles in a big Broadway show. She read the Boston Globe review, and tracked me down,” Gina said in a rush.

  Dominika’s jaw dropped. “That’s great!”

  “Yeah!” Gina’s eyes shined. Her excitement seemed almost to lift the bed off the floor. “I don’t even know what the role is, but I’m sure I can do it. I’ve never lost an audition. Come with me!” Gina grabbed both of Dominika’s hands. “I can’t do it alone,” she repeated. “I can’t do it without you.”

  “But,” Dominika stuttered, “my parents… my family… I promised them always that I would return. And my visa. I do not know when my student visa expires—”

  “We can figure all that out,” Gina interrupted. In contrast to her demeanor only minutes before, she now seemed to project total confidence. “I’ll explain it to your parents. I can win them over. Wait and see.”

  Dominika shook her head. She could not meet Gina’s gaze.

  After a very long pause, Gina said, “All right.” She swiveled her body and rose out of bed.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I’m sleeping downstairs.” She slipped her robe on, tying the belt around her waist once more. “I’m not angry, okay? Really.”

  “Gina.” Dominika began weeping.

  “Stop. Hey. This makes the best sense. We stay friends, I mean it. But I just can’t… I can’t have sex with someone I’m not committed to, and who is not committed to me. Not any more. This isn’t an ultimatum, it’s just a fact. The next time I make love, it will be with a partner.”

  “I want to be your partner,” Dominika whispered. Tears ran down her face.

  Gina touched a slow finger down the Polish girl’s cheek. Then she turned to leave.

  “No!” Dominika lurched forward, grabbing the taller girl around the waist and holding as tightly as she could.

  “Please don’t make this harder than it already is,” Gina said, her voice catching.

  “Don’t go into the military,” the blonde sobbed. “I read that American women can serve in combat positions now. If anything… if anything happened to you, it would break my life. I would die.”

  “They’ll probably make me a secretary or something. I’ll be fine. I promise.”

  “You don’t know that!” Dominika’s fingers twisted the robe’s material, holding Gina even tighter. “Do not go. Do not. You will not. I won’t let you!”

  Gina placed gentle hands on Dominika’s head. “I think… you care for me, for real, more than anybody on earth.”

  “I do. I do, I do.” Dominika turned her wet face up to look at Gina. “I will come to New York with you. I will be your partner, your friend, your lover, everything, just please do not do this. Please.”

  Gina studied her. “You’re overwrought. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

  “Yes I do.”

  “You can’t promise something like this, under duress. I don’t want it to be this way.”

  Dominika pushed her face into Gina’s warm robe. “I don’t care. I’m promising. I promise, for ever.”

  Gina pulled away quickly, let her robe drop to the floor, and re-entered the bed. “You’ll come to New York with me? We’ll live together, the whole thing?” Her voice rose with e
xcitement.

  “Yes.” The Polish girl wiped tears from her face. “But my visa, if it expires, I cannot help that of course.”

  “We’ll figure out the visa. Fuck the visa!” Gina grabbed Dominika in a bear hug, laughing wildly. It seemed like a great reservoir of hope and happiness had been released inside of her. “I can’t believe it! I can’t believe… Do you know how many nights I have wanted to be sharing a bed with you, talking to you, sharing your life? And now it’s actually… it’s actually going to happen.” Gina stared, wide-eyed. “Is this a dream?”

  The brunette said it so earnestly that Dominika laughed. “I hope not.”

  “I’m serious. This is way too good to be true.”

  “Why always when we were in the play did you ignore me?”

  Gina looked down. “I was dating Annabelle, and I felt guilty, being attracted to you, and. Well. After she and I broke up, I didn’t want to get hurt.”

  “I see.”

  Gina lifted herself over Dominika. “I don’t want to talk any more,” she whispered. “I need you. I really, really need you.” She slipped her hand inside the smaller girl’s pajama top and touched her breast.

  Dominika felt the same shock of electricity as before. She gasped.

  “What?”

  “I… you touch and I feel something, like, wow.”

  Gina grinned. “Oh, yeah? Just wait.”

  Her face lowered and they kissed, a slow peck so light their lips barely touched.

  “Was that a wow?” Gina murmured, pulling back.

  Dominika finally opened her eyes. “I think yes.” Her pupils were glassy.

  Gina laughed softly and kissed her again. Their lips moved slowly, tenderly, the lightest of kisses. Gina began massaging Dominika’s breast. The Polish girl moaned.

  “You,” the brunette whispered, “are going to make me never get any sleep.” She began unbuttoning the blonde’s pajama top. “I don’t know if I can go to auditions when I’m dropping from fatigue.”

  Dominika said nothing. She felt dizzy. Gina undid the last button and pulled her into a sitting-up position. The brunette moved her guest’s arms high and pulled the pajama top off her, as if she were a child.

  “Settle back, now,” Gina murmured. “Make yourself comfortable.” The brunette moved her own body on top of the smaller girl’s, resting lightly. Her big breasts pushed against the blonde’s pale skin, a warm soft pressure.

  “Oh, Gina…”

  “Shhh,” the tall girl whispered. “Kissing time.”

  As they made out, Gina shifted her body to scissor her legs between Dominika’s. A wet stain appeared immediately on the crotch of the blonde girl’s pajama bottoms. They moved their hips against each other as they kissed, a slow sexy dance.

  “I know something,” Gina whispered.

  “What?” Dominika breathed.

  The brunette slowly arched her back, pushing her breasts toward her bedmate’s face. “I know you were staring at my boobs. That time in the dressing room. The undershirt day? Yeah. You think I missed that?”

  The Polish girl stared unblinking at the big firm breasts inches from her face. Gina cupped the back of Dominika’s head, pulling gently. “You wanted to do this. Didn’t you?”

  Gina maneuvered Dominika’s mouth toward her nipple. At the last moment, the blonde girl opened her lips.

  “Suck,” Gina whispered.

  Dominika obeyed, closing her eyes. Gina’s skin tasted like oil and pepper. The blonde felt the nipple grow hard under her tongue. Gina pulled her breast away and twisted to let Dominika suck the other one, all the while grinding her vulva between Dominika’s legs.

  “Oh yeah,” the brunette moaned. “God. And we’ll get to do this every night? I’m attending mass in the morning. I’m lighting a candle.”

  The blonde girl sucked harder. She slid her hands over Gina’s body, finally exploring with tentative fingers the area beneath the brunette’s navel. Her fingers touched wetness.

  “I’m so hungry for you,” Gina gasped. She hopped off Dominika, threw the covers off the bed, and yanked off the girl’s pajama bottoms. “I can’t wait any more. Sit up. Sit up! There’s no room on this stupid fucking bed.”

  Naked, Dominika struggled to obey. She felt her shoulders press against the headboard as she sat awkwardly on a pillow. Before she could adjust herself, Gina’s mouth was between her legs.

  Dominika inhaled, her eyes rolling. It was more erotic than anything she had ever imagined. Gina ate her with abandon, moaning and sliding her face up and down. The blonde realized suddenly that even if she asked Gina to stop, Gina wouldn’t. The tall girl had let go. She had no more restraint left in her. Dominika felt a buzz begin inside her body, a tremor whose vibrations grew more powerful with every passing second until she was shaking like a leaf. “Ginaaaa…”

  The orgasm hit her. Her eyes popped open. She heard a scream, so loud it scared her. As it died down, Dominika realized that the noise had come from her.

  Looking down finally, she saw Gina touching her vulva, staring at it. The brunette’s fingertips ran through the fine blonde hair like it was a holy thing. “Oh girl,” her host whispered. “You are so beautiful.”

  As Dominika tried to catch her breath, she watched Gina’s pretty face move forward again. Her tongue tasted the small vagina once more.

  “Gina, I can’t… Not again… It’s too soon…”

  The brunette ignored her, licking and sucking insatiably. Dominika emitted a sobbing sound, glancing away. She saw herself reflected in the bedroom mirror. Her body was in an impossibly contorted position, legs splayed wide, with Gina between them, in control. Dominika stared at the image, knowing that no matter how many nights she and Gina shared in the future, this night was special and she would remember this image for the rest of her life. The rest of their lives. Dominika closed her eyes. She touched her lover’s head.

  “Tell me to eat it,” Gina whispered.

  “Eat it,” Dominika said faintly.

  Gina did. Dominika felt cold sweat break out over her body. At length, her second orgasm gave her no warning, ripping and wrenching her like a plaything: “Aaaahhhhh,” the blonde cried, trying to escape. “Gina. Stop. STOP!”

  “Sorry,” the brunette murmured, breaking off. She sat up on her knees and pulled Dominika’s limp body back down onto the mattress as if the blonde were a rag doll. “I’m afraid we’re going to be doing a lot of this.” Gina licked and sucked Dominika’s rising and falling breasts, hard. “Any objections?” Smiling, the brunette kissed her guest on the lips, a loud smack. “I can’t hear you.”

  Dominika’s eyes remained closed as she hyperventilated, in and out.

  “Yes, I’ll take that as no objections.” Dominika felt her host crawling around on the mattress. “Poor girl. So much sex. Who knew Gina was so demanding?”

  The blonde felt Gina’s warm face between her legs: soft gentle nuzzles. The brunette was indeed giving her a break, of sorts, only nuzzling. It felt soothing. When finally Dominika had caught her breath, she opened her eyes.

  Gina had straddled her in a 69. A perfect triangle of trimmed dark curls hovered just inches above Dominika’s face. The brunette kept nuzzling her in an easy, lazy way.

  Dominika stared at Gina’s thatch. And now I kiss hers? Like she kissed mine? The blonde swallowed. This was something… she had not expected. How did one do it? Performance anxiety seized her. She desperately wanted to give Gina an orgasm. But this was all new.

  Hesitantly, Dominika lifted her face and gave Gina’s bush the lightest of kisses. Gina sighed.

  The blonde rubbed her fingers through the pubic hair. Finally, she kissed again.

  After a while, Dominika began licking Gina in a slow, unhurried rhythm. Her hands slid up and over to hold Gina’s butt. Dominika began to relax. She was enjoying herself. Gina tasted fresh and clean. It felt good to lick her. She wished she could see the two of them in the mirror again.

  After what could have been hours, or
only minutes, the blonde girl felt the body above her own stiffen. Gina’s breaths became labored. Is this it? Dominika thought. Excitement quickened her pulse. Can I do it? Can I bring her to orgasm?

  It seemed so. Gina started to moan. Her shoulders and head began collapsing upon the blonde girl’s thighs.

  Dominika’s passion rose. She tried to kiss deeper, using her tongue. Gina’s clitoris, hard and angry, seemed to demand her attention. She kissed and licked the tiny organ, then sucked, pulling Gina’s hips down lower.

  The brunette moaned louder. “Oh God… sweetheart. Don’t stop…” Gina’s body trembled. After a moment, she voiced a long loud cry.

  Presently, Gina lifted herself. She turned around and flopped next to her lover.

  “Was that… good?” the blonde asked.

  Gina’s eyes opened. “Good? Honey. What books have you been reading?”

  Dominika shoved her. “None! What kind of girl do you think I am?”

  “The best kind.” The brunette sighed, draping her arms and legs over her guest.

  Dominika focused upon her host’s breasts, staring and squeezing gently.

  “You’re a boob girl,” Gina said.

  “I am?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Hmm. Is this a good thing?”

  “Very good.”

  They kissed for a while.

  “I’d love to do it all night,” Gina finally added, yawning. “And maybe I will, next time. But after today… I’m just beat. No offense, but I need some sleep. And you too, I bet.”

  “Yes. However…”

  Gina looked at her, puzzled.

  “I think… yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Before we sleep. This… strapon.” Dominika twisted her head up to look at where it lay on the desk, still covered by Gina’s towel.

  “What about it? I’ll throw it away tomorrow.”

  “No, you misunderstand. I know this is not rational, but I want to… consecrate this, us, tonight. Our first night.”