Anna Ch. 08

"I'm curious about one thing," I finally broke the silence.

"Yes?" she asked.

"How did you...?"

"Squirt?"

"Yeah." I laughed.

She shrugged. "I don't know, I just discovered I had that ability."

"So, can you control it?"

"Mostly. I need to come really hard for it to happen. I need to think about it and push hard inside, kind of like when you are peeing. But it is not peeing."

"Can all women do it?"

"Not sure. I think most can if they really try."

I was waiting for an offer to teach me how to squirt, but it never came. I decided to leave it alone for now. Not sure if I really wanted to squirt.

"Well, I should get going now," I said, changing the subject.

We got up and I helped her clear the table. I collected my things and put on my coat.

"Will I see you again?" I asked before turning toward the door.

She kissed me softly on the lips then whispered, "Of course. Give me your phone." I handed her my phone and she entered her phone number. I smiled.

When I pushed out the door and it was a little past ten O'clock. I stopped and texted David that I was on my way home. Was I going to be able to face him? Would he be able to tell I didn't spend the night at Katarina's but rather had passionate sex with a mysterious woman I met on the plane? So, what does that mean for me? I don't feel like a lesbian, I still like dick, but last night with Olivia was amazing.

As I walked down the hill of her street and made my way to the tram stop on the main drag, I noticed the cafe's buzzing with life, people huddled in their warmth gazing hypnotized at the passing parade. I watched every face—the beautiful, venal, innocent—until they disappeared from sight. This was the best part of life; the street, the crowd, and the secrets people kept. Yes, I had cheated on David. I was ashamed of myself, but my shame felt like a source of pleasure.

When I reached our apartment in Eriksberg, David was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Oh my god, look at you," he said as I came through the door.

"Do I look that bad?"

"You look like you had a hell of a night," he said, laughing.

I was expecting him to be pissed.

"It was fun, for sure. But listen, I am still really tired, mind if we talk about it later. I want to take a nap." I knew I reeked of cunt, so I had to get past him quickly and get to the shower.

"Sure, go ahead," he said. "I may run out for a little bit, there's a flea market in Majorna today. I want to see what kind of vinyl records they might have. "

"I may be asleep when you get home."

"No problem."

I took a long hot shower, put on my raggedy gray sweats and hopped into bed. The memory of last night played in my head as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to the muffled sound of the TV in the next room. David was home. I looked at the clock, it was almost four in the afternoon. I pushed back the covers, planted my feet on the floor, then wiped the sleep from my eyes. I felt like I had gotten hit by a truck.

Darkness filled the windows signaling the coming of another night. I stumbled across the room and slid my feet into my well-worn purple slippers. I tried to remind myself for the billionth time it was time for new ones. They shuffled loudly as I walked down the corridor and into the TV room. David was watching a football match.

"Hi," he greeted me.

"Hi," I answered back, sitting next to him on the sofa. Pasty saliva coated the inside of my mouth, my head was full of cobwebs, and I could barely see. "So how was the flea market? Find any good records?"

"Yeah, I found a few good ones, a Three Dog Night, a T Rex, and a Jefferson Airplane."

I had never heard of any of them.

The sounds of people laughing as they passed by on the street outside indicated that the city was gearing up for another Saturday night. I was perfectly content to stay inside snuggled up on the couch in my sweats.

David picked up a book of matches and lit some candles on the windowsill then blew out the match. I watched the trail of gray smoke curl up from the burnt match then dissipate into the air above David's head. Someone outside let out a loud laugh. It was like a girl's voice.

"So, how was last night?" he asked.

"Ah, the usual. Kind of boring actually. But we had a good time at Katarina's apartment just talking and stuff."

He nodded then started to flip through the menu on Netflix.

"Wanna watch a movie? He asked.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," I replied.