Scent of a Woman

Edits by SexyGeek.

It was another rainy day in my small Swedish home town. Not the slightest sunshine, not even a little. I always go through the center when I am at school, the same way, and every day I meet the old man with the walker and the young guy with his Labrador, nothing new, always the same people. My school is very small. I know who everyone is and if someone new pops up I notice it right away. That's how small it is here where I live.

I have to wait for something new in my life to happen. I need someone to make life exciting. All the girls in my class have boyfriends except Carro who is the school nerd and has her pants up to the navel. She will probably never meet anyone.

I know I am different, and I also know that I am gay, but my nice friends do not care, they like me anyway.

I wandered as usual to school in my worn out Converse sneakers, bag hung nearly down to the ass, tight-fitting jeans that would not snap. Once at the entrance I met Elvira who threw her arm around me and talked about her weekend. We are best friends and have known each other since we were little girls.

I knew I could tell her everything, even about the girl on the internet that I have emailed a bit with but never met. I have told Elvira that my internet friend already has a girlfriend so we just talk on a friendly level. I knew that Elvira cared about me and did not like that I met other people online. I did not think it was dangerous but she said that something might happen to me.

After school Elvira wanted to grab a snack before she took the bus home. She lived a bit outside of town. We wandered in to Coffee & Cookies, the only cafe located in this small crappy town.

Oh, my God, there was Johanna, the girl I wrote to on the internet! I was quite sure that it was her. The thoughts swirled in my head. Should I say hello or should I ignore her? We had, after all, been talking half a year. I could not see her very well because we sat at the other end of the cafe. Elvira chattered about all the thousands of guys she wanted to date while I listened with half an ear and kept glancing over at the girl. I thought she was there with her girlfriend but I was not sure.

I kept trying to get a good look at her. She had blonde hair in a braid on one side that folded so nicely against the leather jacket, and another strand of hair was hanging on the other side of her face. Her body was slim with long legs, big tits, flat stomach and a well shaped butt.

She laughed almost the whole time. She was much more beautiful in reality than in the small pictures on the internet. Heavens! Such bad luck that she should have a girlfriend, but looking costs nothing.

"Vilma?"

"Huh?"

"Shall we go? I have to catch the bus. What are you thinking?"

"No, nothing, I'm just daydreaming."

"Typical. Come on."

We stood up and walked towards the door and I saw that Johanna raised her head and smiled at me gently. I thought she recognized me, but I was not sure. I smiled back and then we left.

Later that evening I received a message.

"Hey, I think I saw you at the cafe today, did you see me? It was exciting to see you that way. I want to meet you someday? Johanna."

I had no idea what the heck I would respond with. Sure, I wanted to see her, but God, how scary and nerve wracking. I wrote back:

"Hello, yes you saw right. I would love to meet you. That would be fun. Vilma."

That evening we had messaged a while and decided that we would meet the next evening and look for something to do.

There was no problem with getting out of bed the next morning. I knew that Johanna had a girlfriend but I was curious to know how she is as a person. I knew I was absolutely nothing more than a friend to her, I told myself that it may never happen.

Two hours before time to go, I stood in the closet half an hour and did not know what I would take with me. So now I had to pull myself together!

"We are just friends. We'll just talk and get to know each other." I told myself. I decided to take my black jeans and my purple shirt with my Converse sneakers. It would have to do. I flattened my dark brown hair and threw on mascara. I looked in the mirror and saw a skinny girl with well developed boobs and a lovely ass. I was really happy with my appearance tonight. We were, after all, just going to stay home and eat good food.

Her girlfriend was working nights so I got to be her entertainment, she joked the day before. I looked forward to the evening but my stomach lived its own life and did not stop tingling.

All of a sudden I was standing in their hallway. I smelled food even out in the staircase. When I entered the apartment, I thought that they had it so amazingly nice and cozy. It was located close to the center of the city. Her girlfriend greeted me and was really friendly. Johanna was in the kitchen fixing the food, so I really had no time to talk to her. Moa, her girlfriend showed me around and talked freely, not shy in the least. Moa was very nice herself, with very straight brown hair, no makeup and leggings with a tunic.

"Moa, can you come for a while?" Johanna shouted from the kitchen.

I sat on the couch and could relax a bit. The worst was over. This will be a great evening, I felt.

Johanna came out into the living room and sat down beside me on the couch. I felt a whiff of perfume and hairspray. She had wavy hair naturally and it fit perfectly to her face. She threw back her hair and smiled at me and I saw her dimples. She wore a tank top that sat so tight that you could see the nipples on her round breasts and it turned me on. She had a pair of tights and a mini-skirt. It was a little difficult to keep my eyes away. She was really good looking.

Johanna hugged and said goodbye to Moa who would go to work. We poured a glass of white wine and sat on the couch again. We talked forever. It felt like an eternity. And yet I knew her fairly well, because we've been talking via computer before.

My whole idea of Johanna was changing now that I had met her. I learned so much I did not know. I had no idea that she could sing and play guitar. I asked her to sing something she liked.

She sang a self-written song. When she opened her mouth and began to sing and play the way she did it blew something inside me, I felt that my hand started shaking where I held the wineglass in a firm grip. I had to set the glass down on the table, otherwise it would have dropped. She sang with such empathy, smiling and looking at me deeply. It was so magical and heart-warming that words could not describe.

"I wrote it to Moa when we met." Johanna said after she finished singing.

"Oh God, you are good! She was happy?" I asked.

"Oh, she has no interest in music so I really do not know, but she said it was just nice anyway." Johanna continued.

I thought to myself that if someone had written down a song for me, I would have blushed and melted like a puddle on the floor. But of course I did not say that. Then we talked until it was time for me to go home.

"Thank you very much for tonight. I enjoyed it so much. I want to do this again."

"Yes, absolutely, it was really fun to meet you and get to know you, even more than I already did," I answered back.

As I tied my shoes, I saw from the corner of my eye that she was looking at me. As soon as she saw me looking at her, she looked the other way. She hugged me for a very long time and followed me to the door. Then we said goodbye and I went home.

I slept for a long time. I woke up and thought about yesterday and how perfect the evening was. I could not stop thinking about why she looked at me like that especially when I got dressed. But I could not ask her that. She had been with her girlfriend around a year and they had all the good that I was missing.

"Get it together Vilma! She is taken; do not even think about it. Just drop it!" I thought.

The days went on and I had to force myself not to think about Johanna but could not keep my mind off her.

She had not said anything in particular, she had not done anything, but that spring evening would not go out of my mind no matter how damn hard I tried.

A month later I had talked to some other girls on the internet of course, but none were as exciting as Johanna. She had the smile that stuck in my head since the first time at the cafe. I do not know why I felt the way I did and I knew that I certainly should not feel like this. But I had promised myself I would never tell them anything and those words I kept.

One evening when I was at Grandma's for dinner, I got a message from Johanna.

"Hey! Hope all is well with you, I was just hoping we would meet again soon? It was a long time ago. Hug."

Johanna came to my place this time. I warned her that I lived in a small apartment a little ways out of town but it made no difference to her.

We had decided that we would go bowling this evening and then go home and eat something good and watch the Eurovision Song Contest.

We had fun at bowling and laughed almost the whole time. I won, but Johanna was not a bad loser, she just laughed. Then we went home, cooked tacos and took out the wine.

I noticed that there was something Johanna was hiding but I could not figure out what. I was not certain she wanted to tell me something about it. So I asked some general questions such as how it was with Moa and her.

"It's just fine with Moa, but we argue a lot, unfortunately." She seemed not at all sad about it.

This made me hope that she wanted to say more to me right now. Instead we changed the subject and drank several glasses of wine while we continued to talk and talk. Eventually the wine bottle was empty so Johanna wove out into the hall to pick up her bag. I got up and started playing music from my list on Spotify as Johanna came back with another bottle. I stood up and took it and saw that Johanna was ready to fall down so I grabbed her hand. She suddenly stopped and looked at me deeply. It felt like it lasted a hundred years, and then she sat down on the couch and opened the wine bottle with a wide smile on her face as dimples appeared all the way to Spain.

We sang to party songs on my Spotify and laughed. Johanna showed this dance she had learned from a friend and it looked too damn funny. After a while we had to rest so our stomachs would not cramp from all the laughter.

Johanna said, "You know something? You're probably the sweetest girl I have ever met."

I blushed and shivered and my stomach was about to explode.

"Do you?" I pretended that I was not embarrassed.

"Yes! I have not laughed so much in a very long time."

I smiled. Wine bottle number two also finished, but we listened to the music and the next song made the atmosphere become completely insane.

"This you cannot know.

But I am waiting for you.

You need time for yourself.

But I am waiting for you.

I bide my time and it takes time.

I said nothing to you.

But I am waiting and waiting.

You are so fine.

There is something about you.

It felt like coming home.

The first time you said hi to me.

It is logical but not for you.

You have no clue.

I can only think of you."

Johanna sat quiet as a mouse and I turned my head towards her. She looked very seriously at me. When the song was over, she went to the hall and picked up her guitar and sat on the sofa next to me again and said, "Do you want to hear a nice song I have had in my head way too long?"

I was completely lost to her at this moment, but I managed to say yes and she started to play.

"I cannot hide my feelings any longer.

I am still fragile like a flower.

Our friendship has grown stronger.

My wish is to be your lover."

Then she paused. She looked at me and I felt how my cheeks turned bright red. Her voice trembled when she sang and I said, "Keep going that was touching."

She took up the guitar and continued.

"I tell myself that I cannot hold out forever.

I said there is no reason for my reaction.

I feel secure when we are together.

You give my life direction.

You make everything so bright.

I wander in the deep cold snow.

I am keeping you in my sight.

You are a candle in the window.

The light in the dark winter night.

I am getting closer than I thought I might."

She put down her guitar and looked at me and I did not know if she would say anything.

"You sing wonderfully and your voice is magically beautiful," I said without even thinking.

"Do you really mean it?"

I moved closer to her and it seemed like she wanted to say something but did not dare to.

"Yes, I really mean it, Johanna."

She sat silent for a while until I saw how she looked me up and down. I was so full of butterflies, that it felt like they would fly out through my ears. We leaned back on the sofa and I turned on the TV to see if there was any thing to look at. It was a romantic comedy. All the laughter was gone, now it was all very serious. We sat close together. I wiggled closer against Johanna and asked, "What are you thinking on right now?"

It took a while before the answer came.

"That this is my favorite movie," she answered and stretched out on the couch so she happened to come closer to me.

I put my hand next to her leg and looked forward to the film with my wine glass in the other hand.

Johanna suddenly said, "I'm not with Moa any longer."

"Huh? Why? What happened?"

"It did not work anymore, I was not in love, and we fought a lot."

My heart started to beat faster and I wanted to believe that they had broken up, but I could never replace her. I replied that it was really sad and asked if she wanted a glass of wine. She said yes and smiled at me as she asked if we could go out on the balcony and take a breath of air. It was a starry night out, not a cloud and absolutely perfect weather. I leaned over the balcony railing and heard Johanna put down her wineglass and walk towards me.

I turned around and felt a small warm hand touch my hand while she looked at me very seriously and close. She was standing so close that I felt that my knees were touching her. She smelled so good of hairspray, shampoo and perfume. She said nothing, just stood there and looked at me.

"What you looking at?" I asked cautiously and nervously.

She swept away my bangs hanging over one eye and took a small step closer.

"I am looking at you. You are so terribly delightful, Vilma."

I turned around quickly so she would not see my embarrassment on my cheeks.

"Thank you." I said softly as I slipped past her but I did not get far before she grabbed my arm.

She pressed me against the wall, leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I want to kiss you and I am going to do it right now."

I closed my eyes, and felt how she pushed me against the wall of the balcony. Her legs slipped between my legs so that she could get as close as we possibly could.

Her soft breath was a few millimeters from my lips and I peeked at her and saw how attractive she was in the soft light. We stood and kissed for so long that my legs shook and it felt like they were collapsing.

I felt us sinking further and further down towards the ground. In the end, she lay over me and kissed me so softly that I almost lost my breath. I wanted her so much that my panties were drenched and my stomach exploded after each kiss she gave me.

She looked at me and was breathing very heavily. Johanna was making me even hornier.

"Come." I said and grabbed her hand.

My hands went to her breasts softly, and I felt how incredibly much she liked what I did. She closed her eyes and took hold around me and continued to kiss me while her hands caressed my back. She started breathing really loud and heavy when my shirt went off along with my bra.

"Vilma, you are so damn wonderful that I do not have words for it." She said breathlessly.

I grabbed her and started to breathe heavier and heavier. I tore off her shirt and bra. When her naked soft breasts and hard nipples were touching mine I died with joy, for real. What a girl, what a night. I wished that this moment would last forever.

I felt her fingers approach my breasts. My stomach went up and down from the stimulation. She lay next to me and then I could not keep calm because her fingers caressed my chest. It was so exciting that my pussy was about to explode and come soon.

Her fingers wandered down to the abdomen and the thigh. My jeans went off and the panties came off with them. When her fingers touched my pussy then she started moaning really loud and stroked my pussy so softly and gently that I started to moan at least as high. I felt her finger plunge into me and I was so excited. She started stroking me faster and faster and the finger went in and out.

"Come for me, Vilma!" Johanna moaned.

When I climaxed then it was so fantastic that I relaxed and my pussy clenched hard. The juices just ran down my legs. One thing was certain; Johanna knew exactly what she was doing and she did it with love.

No doubt about it. She had won my soul and healed me. Just what I wanted and needed. I hoped I had done the same for her.