Daddy's boy

Chapter 2

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he next day the two exchanged a few messages to arrange to meet at the Vestkanten Storsenter. One of the best known malls in town, where you could ice skate, bowl, play minigolf, or just enjoy the day and go to the sauna or slide down the water slides.

They arranged to go to the pool, and once again Anya came straight from work, and had to buy a bathing suit so they could enjoy the rest of the day there. Anya didn't know how to swim, the most she could do was float, with the help of some buoys in her arms, or doggy-dog swimming, no more than a few minutes, because she got tired very fast, so she always stayed at the edges of the pools.

The two met at the mall at the entrance to the Vannkanten, in front of the pool, he paid their entrance fee, but made an expression of not liking it. Anya said she could pay for her ticket, but Martin said it was okay, even if that was not what was on his face.

In fact, in almost everything in Norway, there was the possibility of paying a monthly membership fee, and as a member, the fee would drop to 500 kr per month, which would allow you to enjoy everything in the place without limits. In other words, it was possible to attend every day for as long as you wanted, but if you were not a member, then it would be expensive. Anya explained all this to Martin, and said that she had been a member some time ago, but that she never frequented the place, for lack of time, so she gave up. Martin was not interested in hearing this, and she understood, so they both went to change and met again outside the dressing room.

Martin looked at her from head to toe in that blue bikini. Anya had a very nice body, 1.63 meters tall, thin waist, big ass, medium breasts, typical Brazilian full of curves, as her friends used to say. She was blonde, with long dyed hair, but it was almost white. Always tidy. Well done eyebrows with micro pigmentation, false eyelashes and lightly made up. She also couldn't stop looking at his well-defined body. She thought he was short, 1.74, but a very nice body, athletic, lots of military training since he was 18 years old. He, in those swim shorts, super defined belly, broad back, muscular, it was inevitable for her not to start noticing him a little more. The two of them laughed, played at diving, Martin passing between Anya's legs under the water, him teaching her how to dive and swim better. Holding her by the waist, supposedly teaching her how to float (without buoys), both of them laughing, wet, lots of body contact, lots of closeness, his blue eyes in her piercing brown eyes, both of them even getting breathless. Then they began to notice the physical changes between them, shy with each other, but even so they could hardly disguise the heat of the moment. When they held their hands under water and squeezed them involuntarily, it was impossible not to hear the whispers from each other. He put her around his waist and she felt how awake he was inside his swimming trunks and was pleased to know that she had provoked this effect in him, after so many years in a troubled relationship, she could finally feel free, a woman who owned her own will.

The two of them decided to go to the whirlpool in front of the pool, also outside on the second floor. There, amidst the foam and bubbles caused by the shaking of the hot water in the tub, it was inevitable that the weather didn't heat up. Both of them felt an abnormal heat on their skins, with the bodily closeness, sometimes they almost kissed, but the cameras and other people around ended up inhibiting them. Thinking of getting closer, with less people around, they went to the sauna. There were two, a traditional wooden room and another with blue doors and glass, covered with small blue tiles, hot, with many showers so that people could cool off if the steam in the air was too dry.

There were a few men in this sauna, only Anya as a woman. Everyone looked at them with curiosity, as they let it be seen how much they were entertaining each other. The exchanges of glances, the hand touches, the gestures gave them away. Finally one by one those men were leaving the sauna. A fat man was the last one left and he suddenly started doing physical and breathing exercises. Martin and Anya could not disguise their laughter, they were in a situation where they would be jumping on each other like two animals, literally devouring each other, while they hoped that the man would get out of there, but he never did. The two of them were massaging each other, using the showers, breathing deeply, and the mood was getting more and more desperate. It was then that the man got up and left, Anya and Martin looked at each other intensely and could not resist. They jumped desperately into each other's arms and kissed like there was no tomorrow. In all their lives the two thought they had never kissed so ardently as in that instant, in the sauna of a shopping mall. They were almost losing control of the situation, feeling the curves of each other's bodies, feeling every inch of each other's skin, the air was very hot and helped bring them to a climax, they smelled each other, their breathing was even noisy, wet and hot like two animals, touching each other.

I suspect that even if they were not in the sauna, the air they were breathing would be hot, hot as a volcano.

Both of them were moaning, their faces were flushed, a thirsty fever growing all over their bodies. Both were very excited by the whole situation. It was then that the girl who worked in the place came to warn that they were closing. Both of them suddenly came to their senses, trying to contain themselves and disguise the shame for having lost their minds for a tense moment of passion. Saved by the gong!

They could do nothing but laugh and find it all very funny, embarrassing moments for the two who barely knew each other. So they changed their clothes and went for a walk around the mall. They stopped at an ice cream stand and sat on a stool while they talked. Martin said it was funny, that it seemed like they had known each other for a long time. Anya could only try to explain that she was not used to this kind of situation, that it was really not easy to be so free, so spontaneous, but he only said that it was okay, that he didn't either.

Then he invited her to his apartment, but she refused. Faced with the impasse, he asked if he could go to her place, which was also refused. Then he walked her to the parking lot of the mall, hand in hand, this kind of detail messed with Anya's head. They talked about his trip to Tysnes the next day, and about him staying there for a week.

All the while they held each other's hand and it was strange for both of them, they had never experienced anything like it. They said goodbye and thanked each other for the pleasant afternoon: "Thank you very much for the afternoon, it was all wonderful", but that flame from the pool, and from the sauna, was still there, sparking, it only took a little wind to blow for the flame to reignite in a vibrant and warm fire, causing the effect of butterflies in the belly. The fever was still high, and they both looked at each other with an air of despair at this goodbye. They knew that the parking lot had cameras, but in an act of madness the two of them started to make love to each other again as if there was no one there. He leaned her against her car and the burning kisses only made it more difficult to control their emotions. Martin and Anya wanted each other right there. They spent some time like this: saying goodbye and attracting each other again. Until she gathered her strength and left. She got into her car, with no hair on her head, and drove home. She drove, listening to her romantic songs on her car phone. Still trembling, confused, and with the taste of that kiss on her full lips.

She thought: "My God, what was that? What boy is this? No, no, no. I can't. I can't. I just wanted distraction. I just wanted distraction, no passion, no one in my mind again. No, I'll let it go. It was too dangerous this game."

Chapter 4

July 5, 2016

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The week went by, Anya worked, studied, refused other dates, her friends always calling her to do something, a lunch at the house of one here, a dinner at the house of another there, a meeting downtown with a group of friends, and she tried to forget that moment of pleasure in the pool of a shopping mall. Martin was with his family, cousins, younger brother and friends at a well-known festival. Anya had already received an invitation to go to the same festival, after all she had friends on the island, and several other people she knew were going there in their boats, but she had to work and organize many things in her life and mind.

Martin would send her messages, she would answer them in the same way, and they spoke to each other, less than before and as formally as possible. She was the mother of three children, 4 years older than him, Martin was 30 and she was 34, but, in fact, he seemed older, both in appearance, attitudes and behavior.

Anya was a little childish at times, perhaps the Brazilian way of being, she took everything in jest, always. Even though she had married early and in her native country, even though she had her first child at the age of 18, the woman didn't seem to be so serious and adult in her day-to-day life. The world was ending around her and she was more concerned with laughing, joking, occupying her time with what gave her positive energy. This is also why she was so selective with her friendships and relationships.

On the other hand, Martin's seriousness perhaps came from the fact that he had witnessed so many disappointments. The man had no children, no ex-girlfriend, no ex-girlfriend to get in the way, he had no ties to anything or anyone. He didn't even have a cat, not even a plant. He had lived in his own apartment since he was 19, a property 10 minutes from the city center, in a well-known old neighborhood called Laksevåg. He lived with a childhood friend named Magnus and above all loved the single life he had.

The couple kept exchanging a few 'good morning' and 'good evening' messages until Martin finally returned from the festival.

When they decided to meet in another well-known bar in the center of Bergen, called Bocca. The place where the bar was located consisted of parallel stores, one facing the other, with a wide square in the middle separating the two sides. A well-served shopping area, it had five shopping centers, Kløverhuset, Exibithion, Sundt, Galleri and Bystasjon. The restaurants were between one store and another, which made it very easy to get to. It was not a very big center, but it was very nice and cozy.

Martin appeared wearing a blue plaid blouse, a very baggy style, with ripped jeans; Anya thought the outfit was hideous and thought, "I'll change his closet later. She was very neat this time in one of her Norwegian Barbie looks. Clingy dresses, with some subtle detail of sexuality, but never vulgar. Her heels or boots always had some feminine touch.

They sat down, it was still early in the day, and talked, a bit clumsily, and after a while there was that look again, that indicated a fever that invaded their skin as if it was going to explode, a restlessness, their breathing was strong and each touch of hand, each smell on the neck, each touch of their faces against each other made them even more crazy and out of their minds. The two of them had a mutual attraction, and even though it was considered normal for independent women to have s*x when they wanted to, and only because they wanted to, without grudges or ties, Anya still hadn't managed to let go of many of the macho ideas that had been implanted within her throughout her growth and adolescence.

On top of this she was hurt by her ex, a relationship that ended in violence and a lot of psychological trauma, both for her and for her children, and at the same time she wanted to hold on to something, someone, anything that would take her thoughts far away from her ex. She even thought that it was better to fall in love and throw herself headlong into any other relationship, if only to suffer again, just to cut the tie with her ex for good.

The atmosphere between the two of them got so hot that they were building walls with the cushions on the sofa in the pub. It was funny, the two of them building barriers between them and kissing over the barrier in the middle of a public place. Eventually they couldn't resist and went to his place.

Chapter 5

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artin was very quiet. Anya talked too much. She would go from a subject about the dirty waters of the planet to the kind of food she was going to make tomorrow in two seconds. It was hard to know what he was thinking, whereas she must have had a filter in her mouth, because all her thoughts, even the ones not to be spoken, were fully exposed.

Arriving at his house, a small apartment in a block in the Laksevåg neighborhood, Martin helped her take off her coat and hung it up, then helped her remove her heels, took her handbag, it was these little attitudes that fascinated her in a man. He showed her his small apartment, from the entrance you could see the bathroom, a short corridor led to a bedroom, Magnus' bedroom, the kitchen was facing this room, and facing the corridor you could see the door to the living room.

The two of them stayed in the living room talking on a small leather sofa that had only three seats. He was always very polite, apologizing for the mess, that he was out at sea, and that he didn't expect to bring anyone home. The two of them continued talking and after a few hours they were cooking together and tidying up a bit. Laughing and talking nonsense all the time. Every time they passed each other in the living room they hugged for a moment. Anya would have liked to sleep there, in that large bed, in that inviting room that was located in the living room, with wide white sliding doors, where sitting on the sofa one could see almost the whole room.

They started to say goodbye, but you could tell that neither of them really wanted her to go. Absolutely nothing happened between them that day. After so much fire, so much desperation to possess each other, the two of them, when they had a chance to do whatever they wanted, talked a lot and she left for her house.

He was not the type to take initiative when it came to seducing a woman for a night of s*x. She was very open and spontaneous, but she didn't want him to think she slept with a man on the first date.

July 11, 2016

The two met again. After they had talked a lot on the internet, this time more frequently, and amidst the many different subjects Anya was able to find in every dialogue between the two, they decided to look for a trip out of the country. He said he wanted to get away from Bergen for a while, that he worked a lot, was tired, and wanted to experience other cultures, breathe other air. She also needed a trip after so long just studying and working, and also to forget what was really eating away at her nerves, the memory of the violence she had suffered, and every time she looked in the mirror there it was, the scar on her eyebrow. Martin said it was a good thing she was a nurse, because she would know how to take care of her wound, he had already seen the change of bandages, seen the six stitches sewn, he told her:

- It won't look bad, Anjja. You won't even notice it. You'll still be beautiful!

The woman loved the compliments he paid her, even though he didn't talk much, but every now and then he paid her a compliment.

What woman doesn't?

The two of them searched for hours for a trip that would work for both of them. He wanted a trip that had a direct flight, he didn't want to wait at airports, while she wanted a cheap flight, even if she had to wait a few hours. She proposed they travel to Lagos, which was an hour's drive from Faro airport in Portugal. She explained that the two of them could stay at her friend Mikeli's apartment, so they wouldn't have to spend so much on hotel and restaurants. The investment would be only with the tickets, and she even suggested that the two of them could cook food at home. Her proposal was to get out of Bergen for a while and get to know each other better.

They kept postponing these impulsive plans, because she even had money to travel, but in her conditions, which could pay for air tickets, a stay at her friend's house for 12 days, but nothing luxurious, such as super expensive tickets or accommodation in luxury hotels, this Martin could not understand, much less was willing to pay, which would be logical since the demands were his.

The problem was that whenever Anya tried to establish a dialogue between them, Martin was uncomfortable, but only when the subject was money or a future relationship. Several times Anya felt inferior because he commented that Norwegian women had their own money and it was not normal for a man to pay something for a woman just because they were going out together. Anya was disconcerted, she often did not tell him about a financial problem, about a bill, or that she could not go overboard that week so that he would offer to pay. She told him because that was the way she was, that was her personality. She explained numerous times that this was her way with everyone, with her friends, with her friends, with everyone, but he always got very serious and upset if they had this kind of conversation, and Anya didn't know how to deal with it.

So it was better not to talk about it. They gave up the trip and the days went by, they finally exchanged phone numbers and were even connecting.

Chapter 6

July 15th, 6:15 PM

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he two were meeting more often, hiking from the mountain of Løvbakken to the center of Bergen, on the mountain of Fløyen. This time they went to the mountain closest to his house, the trail they followed started behind the building where he lived. She looked funny dressed in his military men's training clothes. They ran, trained, joked, talked dirty things as a pastime. They were visibly happy and satisfied with each other's company. He forced her to test her endurance, sometimes wishing she could run up a mountain as fast as he could, but since Anya didn't, he showed a little disappointment. In those moments, she would tell him that Martin could run up that sooner or later she would reach the top.

She wanted her boyfriend to understand that it was okay for her, but this, the waiting for her, made him a little upset, he didn't say anything, but he made it clear that he didn't consider her a sportswoman, that maybe she wasn't the ideal woman he was looking for. That was his thought.

Arriving at the top of the mountain Martin took out of his backpack two wooden camping cups, a thermos with hot water, a mini pot of her favorite coffee, Nescafé Gold Médio, and the sweetener she used. He laid out a picnic rug, on the grass, against a rock where they could lean and rest from the long climb, a cereal bar for each, and fruit. She was so amazed by this gesture that she looked at him differently. It moved her. The men didn't understand the importance of these small gestures, after all, it wasn't that she had brought all that stuff for a picnic in the mountains. It was the details, the care.

That was mistake number 2. Clinging to the details.

He was making it hard for her. How to resist? How to live a dream without being carried away by it. How to have it all, but not be fascinated, not be involved, not make plans, not expect anything?

Martin looked into her eyes as if she were the only one who existed. Anya could see herself in those blue eyes. What to do? Any wrong move could drive him away, since the man was running from love and relationships like someone running from the gallows, from the guillotine.

He had a fixed idea in his head, that he should not end up like one of his friends, who got married and were unhappy. He didn't want to get hurt, so he preferred not to love. From repeating this so much Anya understood and respected his wants and opinions, but it was hard to relate to a person without getting involved. How could she do this?