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Farm Girl’s First Time-4

Somehow I know the same thing is happening to Freja as well.

A few more moments of silence pass between us, no sound other than the chill strains of the reggae playlist emanating from her computer.

A new song starts, jarring Freja out of her spell. She clears her throat and and blinks her eyelids a few times rapidly as if a bit shaken. She has a peculiar look on her face, like she is trying to process what has just happened between us, too.

I mean, we haven't even kissed yet.

She gives me a curious look and then lights the bowl, taking a hit then passing it to me. We both smoke for a few minutes completely naked and not uttering a word, being unusually careful not to touch each other's skin when passing the pipe. Almost like we're both scared of the powerful s****l attraction between us.

Pure animal lust. A kind so oddly electric and raw, I'd yet to experience it with another woman until now.

I have a feeling this is about to be some of the hottest s*x of my life.

We finish smoking and Freja is the first to break the silence.

"I kiss you, Sadie? I really want kiss you."

"Yes," I reply softly as I recall one of the very first conversations my husband Guy and I'd had when we first started dating in high school. He and I had made it a rule from the very beginning to always discuss things openly in a supportive, caring manner.

"You mean you don't care if I sleep with another woman? I asked in a disbelieving tone, still believing my unorthodox relationship with Guy was too good to be true.

"I mean - like sleeping with any woman, not another one." I stopped mid sentence, frustrated by my inability to succinctly communicate my point to him. "Do you know what I mean?" I finally asked, looking into his eyes tentatively with a nervous expression.

"I get what you're saying," Guy said, a perplexed smile on his handsome face. "You're asking: Do I care if you sleep with a woman AND me? Why would I care?" He inquired patiently, waiting for my response.

"No, I mean, sleep with a woman, even if you're not there. Like, not even in the room with us. If it's just a woman and me," I asked carefully, emphasizing my words.

"I understand you, Sadie," Guy replied reassuringly, squeezing my hand gently. "I want to support you 100% and I trust you. I have no problem with you sleeping with a girl you like, even if I'm not there," he said softly. "Of course, it'd be more fun if I was there, but I mean, if the situation presents itself," his voice trailed off.

"Do you mean it?" I asked tentatively, my heart overflowing with love for my soulmate and best friend sitting before me.

"Will all of my heart," Guy stated, his beautiful green eyes alive with sincerity, as he leaned over to kiss me.

He wrapped me in his arms, and our lips met with growing passion. I melted into his embrace, relieved. As our tongues explored each other I grew hungry for more than just conversation.

Just as I was ready to reach down for the growing hardness in his pants, he interrupted our heated kiss:

"If a hot naked girl is standing in front of you, promise me you'll never pass up that opportunity!"

Guy laughed mischievously, adding, "and be sure not to forget about me for too long!" he teased, a grin spreading across his features.

"Don't worry, Bruh. I got you!" I joked, leaning in to resume our kiss. I smiled a devilish grin. Guy had no idea what other secret desires I had. Our relationship was too young at that point, I couldn't tell him just yet. But he would find out one day. I didn't want to be the only one f*****g women. I wanted us to be f*****g them. I wanted to watch as he railed into their p*****s and then I wanted him to f**k me. Hard. Harder than he's ever f****d before. I wanted to taste them on his c**k, imagine their juices mixing with my own as we f****d late into the night. This would be our secret world full of nothing but unbridled, sensual, taboo pleasures. Guy was in for a long life full of sexy surprises.

I snapped out of my more-than-a-decade-old memory to look at the unbelievably gorgeous Swedish woman in front of me.

If a hot naked girl is standing in front of you, promise me you'll never pass up that opportunity!

I won't disappoint you, Guy. I promise.

My eyes focus back on the exquisite vision before me, naked and breathless, waiting.

Freja walks over to me and leans in to kiss my parted lips. She tastes good: like cinnamon, coffee and weed. Our tongues touch gently in a flirty matter then she grows more brazen.

We kiss deeply and I slide my hands down to part her labia, gently rubbing her down there. A low moan catches in her throat as my middle finger flicks over her nub. I find myself getting excited even more by how slick she already is from us simply making out.

I gingerly brush her hair aside with my free hand then nibble on her ear, kissing my way down the nape of slender neck down to her delicious breasts. They are so firm and pale, and smaller than my full ones. I swirl my tongue around a tiny n****e, titillated to see the wetness of my mouth as it gets hard like a small pebble. I suck on both of her breasts now as she plays with my hair, breathing heavy.

I continue to my true destination, teasing Freja along the way with skillful movements of my tongue. Her breathing is clipped and I notice her skin is covered in goosebumps although the room is comfortably warm. I continue journeying southward: kisses from my soft lips across her navel, thighs and finally to her tight, wet snatch.

After I spread apart her lips I start to suck lightly on her c**t.

"Sadie," she groans, pushing my head into her smooth mound. I continue licking her p***y hungrily until she pulls me up with both arms and forcefully kisses me like she wants to devour me.

Our lips crush into each other as Freja frantically pushes me down onto the bed, jumping on top of me and straddling my hips.

"Lie still," Freja says, pinning my wrists to the bed to emphasize her instructions.

I am more than happy to comply, although all I want is for my tongue to be buried inside her.

Like a tortured artist, the Swedish nymph starts fanning my hair out wildly, fluffing strands and twisting curls around my head like I'm Medusa. She gets lost in her work, only stopping from time to time to admire her creation. Freja arranges my long hair to form a dark halo around my head on the bed.

"You never move," she commands me suddenly.

I have the weird feeling that us having s*x is like performance art, she and I as creators crafting a work together. Freja stares ravenously at my naked body, driven by her artistic eye, needing to see me as a piece of artwork she is painting.

Like a caged animal unleashed she begins to paint my skin with the wetness of her tongue: messy, slobbery slashes across my chest and toned stomach. Continuing in broad, wavy strokes down and up my thighs, leaving a moist path in her wake.

I continue to lie in stillness, eyes closed, allowing myself to feel the warm tickles of her tongue. She reaches my p***y and loses control, her mouth lapping furiously at my juices with unbridled lust. I feel Freja's head jerking back and forth wildly, her thick tongue coating me with warm saliva.

I've never had a woman lick me in this manner before. I look down and see her head enthusiastically bobbing back and forth, making odd motions in space. It feels really good in an odd way, I realize, but it's weird.

Almost like she's imitating how a cow or wild animal uses their tongue.

Bizarre.

It dawns on me that I am Freja's first, she probably doesn't know how to please me.

Adorable.

I sit up and gently touch her head to get her attention.

I interrupt her in a kind tone, "I want to show you something," I say, meeting her hungry gaze to make sure she understands. Freja nods attentively, eager to make me happy.

"Do whatever I do," I instruct and she nods.

"You do. I do," she states in her thick Scandinavian drawl.

I have Freja lie on the bed then use my hands and torso to arrange our bodies in a 69 position, with me on top.

I pull her slit apart and feel her do the same. I start to lightly swish my tongue up and down the length of her vulva and feel her tenderly mimic my movements.

God, her tongue feels good. She's a f*****g natural, I think in amazement.

We continue licking each other with more urgency, the room full of nothing but reggae music and moans of pleasure. I start licking her wetness frantically now, sucking on her c**t and fingering her to match the movements of my tongue and lips. The ache for her building between my legs, and I can tell she's enjoying my skilled oral devotion by her sopping wetness. I feel Freja's tongue become erratic on my p***y as her guttural moans escape into the hot air between slurps. She pauses as I feel her shudder, moist walls gripping my fingers with spasms.

Freja lets out a loud scream as she climaxes, and I pause to give her a moment for the sensation to subside.

Damn. I still wanna get off.

"Freja, how do you feel?" I ask, determined to make her feel things she'd never forget.

"Amazing," is all she can manage, clearly caught up in the throes of our passion.

"Just wait," I say in a naughty tone, diving my tongue into her warm cunt again.

"You do. I do." I hear her say before my thoughts are overtaken by the electric tingles her nimble tongue is creating in my depths.

Freja and I lie naked in her bed with huge grins on our faces, listening to her reggae playlist bounce in the smoky air. We are both extremely chilled out by the after-effects of good weed and even better s*x.

I'm startled by a big, heavy thump on my belly. I recoil like I've been punched in the gut.

What is that?!

"Arvid!! Din jävla…!!!" Freja loudly scolds a fat, orange ball of fur that quickly scrambles down the side of the bed and across the room to hide under a table.

"Sorry! Arvid, my kitty cat!" Freja looks at me sheepishly, clearly embarrassed.

"He know better! Arvid like hiding." she apologizes sincerely.

I look over to the other nightstand nearest me, and notice the drawer is ajar.

There's been a cat in here the whole time?

"Oh, you have a cat?" I ask in surprise.

"Three!" She chirps excitedly, jumping up suddenly to run across the room to the kitchenette. Freja begins flinging cabinets and drawers open rapidly, searching various spaces, until she emerges holding a small white cat in her arms.

"Sadie, meet Stella. Stella meet Sadie." She utters, setting the cat in my nude lap.

I'm taken aback but go with it.

"Wow. She's beautiful." I begin stroking the cat's fur, who begins to purr and mark my wrist with her face. "Stella, what a sweet baby you are." I encourage Stella while continuing to stroke her softly.

"She like you," Freja nods approvingly then continues her mission to find the other cats hidden in the cottage.

We're both interrupted by a timid knock on the door. Then Guy's curious voice calls through the wooden door, "Sadie? Freja? Are you in here?"