I got home at seven. Laura was already there, bustling in the kitchen with her dark brown hair loose.
“Stella, how was your day?” she asked, stirring cocoa. “Come, have some cocoa!”
I nodded. “Good… it was a good day,” I mumbled, my voice trembling as my face flushed again.
I sat at the table with the cup in hand and told her about my unexpected first adventure at the photo studio. She listened with sparkling eyes and encouraged me enthusiastically.
“You should do it again. It suits you – you’re so beautiful.”
I stammered for a moment.
“It was interesting, yeah… and I guess I’ll think about it in the future.”
Laura and I settled on the couch, music videos playing on the TV. I had just come from a refreshing hot shower and was wearing short pink shorts and a dark T-shirt. It was half past eight, but my body was still restless from the arousing photoshoot and the lingering gazes on me. We were talking about weekend plans when Laura’s phone suddenly rang. It vibrated on the table, the screen lit up, and she grabbed it quickly.
“Yes, Marcus?” she answered, listened for a moment, and her face brightened.
“Okay, great, come on over!”
She ended the call and looked at me.
“Marcus is back in town. He and Sergei are coming over for a bit,” she announced, eyes shining.
“No,” I thought instantly, my heart sinking deep.
I did want to see Sergei, but remembering that night at his summer cottage – the movie night on his bed, the others only two meters away, his hands on my body and under my clothes, the orgasm that nearly exposed me – made me blush. Oh God, how am I supposed to look him in the eye now?
“So late already?” I mumbled, my voice shaking.
Laura shrugged. “They’re in the area anyway. They want to chat for a bit, and I really want to see Marcus.”
About ten minutes later, they knocked. Marcus stepped in first, his wide smile and cheerful voice filling the room instantly.
“Hey, girls!” he called.
His dark jacket was slightly open, his face a little flushed – clearly they’d already had a few drinks. Sergei followed. His dark brown hair was tousled, his black shirt clung to his broad shoulders and chest. His movements were slightly clumsy, and his deep, almost black eyes found mine immediately.
“Stella,” he said, his voice low and husky, the smile on his lips too captivating, too knowing.
He held a half-full dark rum bottle and shook it lightly.
“We brought something,” he added, his gaze never leaving me.
I nodded, cheeks burning. “Good,” I mumbled, avoiding his eyes, but feeling how he devoured me with his stare.
They sat in the living room. Marcus sank onto the couch, legs spread. Sergei took the armchair, legs over the armrest. Laura brought glasses. The room was dim and cozy – only the corner lamp and streetlight from the window gave light, the air filled with laughter and the scent of rum.
Marcus told a bar adventure. “And then the guy fell off the chair, bottle in hand!”
Laura laughed and tilted her glass, but Sergei was quieter, his gaze drifting back to me again and again.
“Stella, how are you doing?” he asked suddenly, his voice soft but with a flirtatious edge that made my heart beat faster.
“Work and… the usual,” I answered.
“Don’t be modest,” Laura jumped in right away, smiling. “She did her first modeling job today – a photoshoot for an art project. She did amazing and completely knocked out the photographer and assistant with her beauty. They already invited her back, and soon she’ll be a famous model,” Laura said proudly.
“Stop it, Laura… it wasn’t like that,” I said quickly, embarrassed. “It was just a regular shoot for the school paper.”
Sergei’s eyebrow rose slightly, and his gaze grew even more intense.
“Good for you, Stella. Don’t be so modest – you need to believe in yourself more,” he said, low, smiling. “If the opportunity comes, definitely take it. You’re so beautiful.”
His eyes gleamed, and I blushed again.
They kept drinking, the rum bottle passing from hand to hand. Sergei took a big swig, his Adam’s apple moving slowly, his lips glistening wet.
At some point, Laura said, “Stella, could you go to the kitchen and cut some snacks for the guys? There’s cheese and bread.”
I nodded and stood. “Of course,” I mumbled and escaped to the kitchen, my heart pounding.
I took a knife and started slicing cheese – it was hard and crumbled. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. Sergei came into the kitchen.
“Came to help,” he said in a low voice and stepped behind me – too close. His scent, rum, and something musky filled my nose.
“Let me do something too,” he said, and then his arms slid around me. He hugged me and said:
“Stella, I need to tell you something.”
He had mentioned at the cottage that he had something serious to say. I turned slowly in his embrace and looked him very closely in the eyes.
“What is it?” I asked nervously.
“I have to leave for a longer time,” he said. “Remember, I told you I’m in the military. I haven’t told you much, but I’m a marine, and I’m going on a mission. Pre-mission training starts Monday, and in three months, I deploy.”
“I can’t tell you more,” he continued. “But I’m really sorry we won’t have a chance to get to know each other better.”
I suddenly felt overwhelming sadness.
“I can wait,” I said in a trembling voice.
“No,” he answered immediately. “I can’t let you do that. I don’t know when I’ll be back. I can’t leave you waiting like this. I might not return for two years.”
“You’re such a good, sweet girl. You deserve better. I’m sorry we didn’t have more time.”
I hugged him tightly, tears coming to my eyes. “Don’t cry,” he comforted me, wiping my tears with his hand.
“I… I wanted…” I started, but he lifted my chin and kissed me.
I kissed back, and we stood there hugging in the kitchen for a few more minutes. I was incredibly sad because I had already started to really like him.
After a while, when I had calmed down a little, we went back to the others, but I couldn’t focus and was still caught in my emotions.
“I need to go to bed; tomorrow’s a tough day,” I finally announced, avoiding Sergei’s gaze. I stood and escaped to my room.
I drew the curtain. “Damn doors, why aren’t there any?” I thought. The room was small – a bed against the wall, a desk by the window where streetlight cast a dim glow.
I took off my clothes, tossed them on the chair, and slipped into a short black satin nightgown. I lay in bed and wanted to fall asleep, but couldn’t suppress my feelings and emotions. I was a little angry that he hadn’t told me earlier, but also sad and restless that our parting had turned out like this.
I lay under the blanket and listened to their quiet conversation, waiting for them to leave. Then I heard Laura’s voice:
“Sergei, stay on the couch. Marcus and I are going to bed.”
They weren’t leaving. I checked the clock – 11:50 PM.
I heard Laura and Marcus go to the back room and settle in, and Sergei make himself comfortable on the living room couch. After a while, silence fell. I heard Sergei’s heavy breathing as he turned on the couch and finally settled. Quiet whispers came from Laura’s room, then everything went silent.
I lay in bed and felt relieved that everyone had gone to sleep. I checked the clock – 12:28 AM. I still hadn’t fallen asleep.
Suddenly, I heard a quiet creak from Laura’s room. The bed squeaked lightly.
“Mmm…” Laura whispered softly.
The bed squeaked again.
“Shh… quieter,” Marcus whispered.
I heard the rustling of sheets and bed. Sergei’s breathing in the big room was heavy – he’s asleep, thankfully, I was sure of it. I pulled the blanket higher and tried not to listen, but the day’s events and emotions made me restless.
Laura’s moans grew louder.
“Ohh… mmm,” the bed creaked faster.
“Quieter,” Marcus whispered, but Laura answered:
“Ahh… I can’t…”
I heard them so clearly and couldn’t hold myself back.
“I shouldn’t – the others are so close,” I thought, but the day’s events and the emotions from Sergei’s departure crashed over me, and I knew I had to release them.
My hand slipped under the blanket, down my thigh. The satin nightgown had ridden up, and I touched myself through my panties. “Mmm…” I pressed my lips together; it felt so good.
I was angry at myself. “Why can’t I control this?” But their sounds carried me away.
I moved my fingers along my panties, up and down, sometimes pressing harder, sometimes easing off, all the while straining to catch every noise from the next room.
It was so arousing, and knowing Sergei was sleeping in the next room only added more tension. I felt my whole body heating up as I listened to Laura’s moans and the sounds of pleasure drifting through the wall. I quietly pushed the blanket down to my feet. Carefully, I slipped my panties off, trying not to make the bed creak, but it didn’t work.
Damn it, why does this bed have to be like this? I thought as it squeaked again.
The nightgown was bunched at my hips, exposing my bare lower body. I let my legs fall slightly apart, and my fingers slid over my wet skin.
“Ohh…” It felt heavenly; I was completely soaked.
My fingers kept moving, and I opened my mouth to keep my breathing quiet. I let one finger slide inside and began moving it slowly in and out. It grew harder to stay in control, to keep my own sounds of pleasure silent.
In the next room, I heard the rustle of sheets and bed creaks, as if they were changing positions, then light slapping sounds mixed with the creaking, and soon Laura’s moans again. The image flashed before my eyes of how Marcus had taken Laura from behind last time, moving rhythmically in and out. It was so vivid it swept me away. I moved my hand faster, my hips began rocking on their own, and I lost control – a moan too loud escaped my lips, startling even myself.
I froze, listening to see if anyone heard. The sounds continued from Laura’s room; the living room was silent.
I kept going, moving my hand while the bed still creaked softly, though I tried to control my hips. I pressed my free hand over my mouth so no moans would escape as I moved my fingers faster and deeper. I had to be extremely careful – the bed couldn’t creak, Sergei was too close.
From Laura’s room came steady rhythmic bed creaks and her moans.
“Ahh… mmm… ohh,” the bed creaked louder, and Marcus breathed heavily:
“Yes… like that…”
The moans grew louder until the climax hit.
“Ohh… ahh!” Laura’s voice rose; the bed creaked rapidly.
“Ahh!” – a short, sharp cry, followed by heavy panting. The bed creaked a couple more times, then silence fell.
I was tense, my body hot and restless. I waited, listening – Sergei’s breathing was calm, nothing came from Laura’s room.
“They’re asleep,” I thought, waiting another ten minutes to be sure.
Then I continued – fingers moving cautiously at first, then faster, my other hand slipping under the nightgown to squeeze my breast. I circled my fingers and increased the pressure. The feeling was so arousing; I pushed a finger inside and began moving it in and out. I added speed as the arousal grew, my hips rocking against my fingers, making the bed creak.
I stopped, heart pounding wildly, and listened – everything was quiet. I went on, fingers sliding in and out faster and faster, hips moving, my breathing growing heavy.
“Ohh… mmm,”
I couldn’t fully control the moans anymore, but I couldn’t hold back either. I kept the steady rhythm, lying on my back, legs slightly apart, the satin nightgown bunched at my hips, the blanket fallen to my feet, streetlight from the window dimly illuminating my hips, and my hand moving rhythmically between them.
I was close – my body trembled, fingers moved quickly, the bed creaked softly with my hips’ motion, I felt I couldn’t hold back anymore, and… Suddenly, I saw some movement. I looked left and saw Sergei standing at the door, the curtain pulled aside.
He watched me with gleaming eyes, wearing only boxers.
I cried out, “Ahh!” I grabbed the blanket that had fallen to my feet and pulled it over me quickly, the nightgown still bunched at my hips.
“Stella, I couldn’t leave without saying a proper goodbye?” he said, his voice low, as he stepped closer to my bed…
