Lovemaking at Sør

Lovemaking at Sør  

It was almost 10PM. I felt my stomach tickling. I felt it all the way from my toes to my groin. It was tingling all around. I could hardly wait. It had been almost a year since the last time. I consciously stroked myself over the arm and looked over to Ida and Martin again. She was still sitting on his lap and his hands were stroking her, from her hair, down the neck and gently brushing past her side breast. I caught myself wondering if they behaved this way intentionally. It was almost as if they wanted the whole collective to be aroused by them, the way they were sitting in the common area kissing and caressing each other as if they were alone in the world. I wondered if they, in their inner most mind, hoped we were sitting in our rooms and jacking off to the thought of them, or because of them. It had been extremely annoying to witness before, but now it was as if I was hoping they would get it on just like now. The bitter jealousy was gone and had been replaced by a longing tingling. Just one hour remaining.  

The collective had enforced a strict policy since corona had started back in March. We had agreed to stick to one partner or friend if one was to live in the collective. Thea has asthma, Sivert and Marie have parents in a high-risk group. Everyone agreed. Not that I had someone to sleep with anyways. Not until now. Just as Viken was closing down again and it was prohibited with visitors.  

I glanced back over to the watch again, just half an hour to go. I had not spoken much with André until I received a message from him yesterday. He asked if we should “get our stuff” from Sørhellinga together at 11PM. It was obvious what he meant, although I did not quite understand how. It was as if the tension between us gave words another meaning, and we both understood what they really meant. Ever since he had stumbled over my bag at Eika a month ago, I´ve had several wet dreams about him.  

We agreed to meet each other in the copy room. I left Eplehagen and headed to Sør. It felt as if I was about to do something illegal. Dirty and nasty. I loved it. I was greeted by a doorkeeper by the entrance at Sør.  

-Be quick, would you? I´m closing up here in half an hour.  

I ran up the stairs and over to the copy room. Cliché, but I did not care one bit. I sat down on the table by the wall and patiently looked over to the staircase across. It did not take long before I saw him skipping up the stairs and towards me. He took a long time to close the door. I wanted him to throw himself at me like an animal and rip off my clothes. Was it possible to make up for a year without sex in just half an hour?  - Fuck, you´re gorgeous, he whispered as he walked towards me.  

My hands reached his thigh and my fingers gently stroked towards his groin. I grabbed his ass and pulled him close to me. He lifted my arms and pulled off my sweater. I felt his hands caress my breasts. With his thumb and index finger he gently pinched my nipples. I moaned softly. He looked intensely into my eyes and whispered: - Your tits hang like pomegranates. The reference caught me off guard and a giggle slipped of my lips. I slowly pulled down his pants and boxers while smirking at him. I grabbed his erect cock and whispered back: - Your penis grows like poison ivy.   

I expected laughter, but André did not laugh. He looked at me seriously and leaned over me and said in a coarse and dark pitch: - It is just as deadly too. Before I could make a comeback, he lifted me up and spun me around. I grabbed the table for support as he pulled my jeans down to my knees. He kissed my ass and grabbed the scissors on the table. Before I could worry about what he would do with the scissors, I felt the cold metal against my skin.  

The familiar sound of scissors cutting fabric reached my ears. He cut off my panties. I gasped. I felt a finger against my genitalia. It gently stroked up and down before slipping inside of me. I moaned again. His fingers had been dry to begin with, but were now just as wet as me. I was soaking wet, and every touch sent shocks through my body. André breathed heavily and whispered in a satisfied tone: - I think you´re longing for my ivy.  

-I want you, I moaned. Too horny to mess around. He put one of his hands around my 

waist and gently maneuvered his penis inside me with the other. I had almost forgotten how good it was. He led his cock slowly in and out. I was so close. – Faster, I begged. He picked up the pace and it became unbearably good. It did not take long before an explosion of firework of pleasure left my mouth. A moment later I heard those same sounds from André.  

-We should do this again some time, he smiled before strolling out of the copy room. I was left sitting in the rush of the moment that has passed. When I eventually found the will to leave the room, I saw him. The doorkeeper. He looked at me with longing eyes. His pants had grown tighter in the crotch since last time. – You come here often? He asked teasingly. I held his glance and tasted his words. – Not often enough, I replied and playfully moved back into the copy room.