The Courtship of Rachel Pt. 02

"Hygge," I frowned, "you've said that word a few times."

"Hygge is sitting with a cup of coffee and a plate of muffins on a cold day, being with friends is hygge and for me, being able to spend time here is my hygge. Before you moved in I felt as if I was the outsider in some ways. People would invite me to their houses or to functions but I always felt as if I had to perform magic tricks, I am from Denmark and they all wanted to know all about Denmark or Sweden. I always had the spotlight on me but here I have no spotlight, you just let me come and go as I please and for me that is hygge."

I've come to love that word over the years, it's pronounced hue-gah and these days I understand the concept much better. We have similar sayings here, chilling out, and when I was younger you were flat out like a lizard drinking.

"But I am going to Chirnside Park," she glanced at her watch, "I will be back sometime after twelve thirty and if you want to do your curtains I can bring my sewing machine over."

"Can you wait for me?" I rose suddenly, "I'll grab a shower and get dressed."

"Half an hour," Birgit nodded, "I will go and take Sam for his walk."

And with that she was gone, leaving me to head for the shower. It wasn't as if we hadn't gone shopping together before, we did it together at least twice a month but that morning I did make an effort to look good, given the limited time span. I put on my newish black jeans, a white tee shirt under a checked shirt that was open to my waist. Birgit came back with Sam and left him in my back yard and we headed out to Chirnside Park.

Normally I'm single minded when it comes to food shopping, I have certain items I always buy and while I do deviate into other aisles, for the most part I stick to my routine. However that morning I found myself wandering up and down aisles with Birgit. She's one of those impulse shoppers, if she sees something on special or a food item she hasn't had for a while she'll buy it. Her excuse being, if she can't use it that week it'll keep for another time. The proof is in her meals, she can almost always whip up a hearty meal with what's in the pantry at the time. I found myself doing the same thing as her that day, picking up items I wouldn't normally buy and putting them in the trolley, it was only as we loaded the boot that I realised I'd adjusted myself to her.

She dropped me at my place first and helped me carry the bags into the house. I was still feeling a little seedy and finally confessed that I wanted to lie down for a bit.

"I really shouldn't have had so much last night."

"It's a valuable lesson," she inclined her head, "but what are you doing tonight?"

"Apart from lying on the couch watching telly? Nothing. Why?"

"I was going to invite you over to my house for dinner."

"You mean like a date?"

"Yes," she leaned against the bench, "I will cook something and you can bring over the dessert, the children are seeing their father. It is just you and I tonight."

"A dinner party for two?"

"Yes," she fiddled with her cuff.

"Okay," I nodded, "it's a date," and then I smirked, "it's either a feast or a famine, that's two dates in two days."

Birgit pushed away from the bench and a moment later I too stepped forward and threw my arms around her.

"Thank you for putting up with my shit this morning and last night."

"You are welcome," Birgit squeezed me tightly and I felt something break inside me, I could have stood there in her arms for hours but then she released me and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"Sleep well, drink plenty of water."

As she stepped outside I felt an overwhelming surge of passion and contentment. It was a familiar sensation for one who has loved many times in the past. You can go out with someone for a few weeks with nothing happening between you and then there is that one moment when time seems to stand still and you feel that oneness with the other. I know that feeling intimately because it's a sure sign that I've crossed the line.

Despite my intention to grab a few hours sleep that afternoon, I spent the next few hours doing the housework, but Birgit was uppermost in my mind. I replayed that embrace and the kiss a thousand times as I vacuumed the carpet, cleaned the toilet, the bathroom and put a load of washing through the machine. Once or twice I felt waves of panic rising within me at the thought that this might be just another flash in the pan but most of the time I felt happy and contented.

And with that I have to finish and go cook dinner, Birgit will be home soon.

***

Okay I'm back again and this will be the final section. I was talking to Birgit about it over dinner because I wasn't sure what to write, after all it was quite an eventful night. Birgit however was insistent that I lay it all out.

"Make it graphic, leave nothing out."

"Graphic," I peered at her through my glasses.

"Yes," she replied, "wear what you wore that night if it helps you write."

So with that in mind I'm wearing what I wore that night. The blouse is an ivory colour with puffy sleeves made of chiffon and a silk bodice with pleats and a placket. The collar and cuffs are white and cut from the same cloth I imagine. It's one of those rare finds you see in op shops and what caught my eye when I plucked it from the shelf was the fact that I couldn't recognise the label, it has the initials A.H. The woman who sold it to me told me it was part of a deceased estate, the owner had been a dressmaker, which explains why it's lasted so long. Not long after that I bought a black, three quarter length pleated skirt with an elasticised waistband, not surprisingly it still fits me today! The only newish items I wore that night was a black belt with double buckles and nude-tone heels that have long ago been given to an op shop.

The outfit certainly caught the eye of a tradesman on his way home from work as I crossed the road and I felt the butterflies rising as I headed down Birgit's driveway. I hadn't felt this way in years and I calmed myself down with the memory of that kiss a few hours ago. Sam greeted me in his usual way in the back yard and I had to step lightly around him to stop him getting up on his hind legs to give my leg a cuddle.

"Get down, Sam," Birgit called from the small back porch and a moment later Sam slid down me and I turned to look at her. Birgit was wearing a pink, satin blouse with a matching tie, it was tucked into a black leather, pencil skirt with an attached belt. The skirt matched the thigh high leather boots and I felt an overwhelming urge washing over me.

"Well, look at you," she descended the steps to greet me, "you look beautiful."

She came to a halt in front of me and then putting her hand on my hip, brushed her lips across mine in a quick kiss.

"I just have to feed Sam, go on in and make yourself at home, again."

The aroma of Chanel washed over me as she moved past me to collect the feed bowl. There were even more aromas inside, chicken and korma sauce and when I entered the kitchen I noticed the candlestick on the table and heard Bryan Adams in the living room. Birgit had been digitising her music collection the last few months and creating her own playlists.

"Feel free to choose a playlist," Birgit stepped into the kitchen, "I won't be a minute," she opened a cupboard and took out a can of dog food, "I didn't take out any wine but if you want some then help yourself."

"I'm fine," I replied, "maybe a small glass later."

The meal we had that night was chicken pieces in a korma sauce with rice and vegetables, a meal we'd eaten together a few times in the past with the children but that Saturday night it seemed to be better. I'm not talking about the taste, rather it was the atmosphere in the kitchen. Two women doing what women do just about every day at all times of the day, talking. We love to talk and that too is a cliché but it's how we nurture each other and connect with ourselves and the world around us. Men in general don't do small talk, they talk to resolve a problem using as few words as is possible but we talk around a problem. To men it must seem we are illogical but in talking around a problem in a circular fashion we're seeing more options and possible solutions.

That night we talked our way around the situation in front of us during dinner, while we washed the dishes and later on when we were sitting on the couch, I'd finally taken a glass of wine but I wasn't the least bit tipsy, more like mellow.

"You know what I love most about you?" I eventually asked as I arranged myself on the couch while she selected another playlist.

"Is it my hot ass?" Birgit glanced over her shoulder.

"That too, even though I've never seen your arse," I smirked.

"It's your presence," I went on. "Sometimes I get home from work with a head full of shit I have to do tomorrow at work, I'm thinking about the kids and what to have for dinner and something I forgot to give one of my sisters. Then there's my ceramics class, I have to do my workout and how the fuck am I going to get it all done without having a melt down," I leaned forward as she sat down beside me.

"And I walk into the house and you're there with Sam and the kids and I feel an immense feeling of relief, like no matter what happens tonight I can handle it because Birgit is here. It's why I have been so backward at coming forward until now, I'd hate to lose my rock."

"Oh," Birgit leaned back against the couch, "that is probably the most romantic thing you have said to me."

"So saying you have a hot arse isn't?"

"You haven't seen it yet," she put her hand on my leg.

"Uh huh," I drained my glass and swivelled around, "and what would it take to see your arse?"

"Hmm mm," Birgit looked past me for a moment, "perhaps you could cuddle up to me."

"What is the Danish word for cuddle?"

"Omfavne," she replied.

"I'm not even going to try and say that," I slid my arm along the back of the couch and touched her hair, "but the language of love is universal, thank God."

We stared into each other's eyes, she traced her fingers up one of my pleats and I felt a slight tingle as she brushed over my breast and then I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Birgit parted her lips as we made contact and I reciprocated, letting the moment carry me to another time and place. There is something about a woman's kiss that is magical, she kisses for the experience, and not just to further, granted that might be on her mind but it's as if we're tasting each other. That kiss turned into a second and third kiss, each one lasting longer than the last.

When we both paused my breathing was shallower and I felt the old familiar urges rising up from within, her eyes softened as she put her fingers behind my placket and slid upwards to my second button and for a moment I thought she was going to undo it but then she leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, I opened my mouth and let her work. Her hand moved up past the button to my throat to tease my skin with spidery movements. I pushed harder against her and moved my hand over the slippery satin to her right breast, feeling the imprint of the bra. Birgit moaned and broke free for a second and then devoured me again. She brought her other hand up to my throat as well and then slid her hands to my collar.

I shifted my other hand to her neck and held her tight against me as we broke contact for a few seconds so as she could kiss my throat. I let out a throaty murmur as she returned to my lips and tilting her head to one side, pushed against me and I let her push me back as I squeezed her breast. Birgit quivered as she pulled back, her breaths were rhythmic but she wasn't out of breath.

She fingered the second button of my blouse and then daintily unpicked it to expose more of my throat and front, her lips descended on my front again and she slid her hands up under my blouse to my bra strap, stretching the material against the third button.

"We should go to bed," she moved her hands down to cradle my breasts.

"Sounds like a plan," I rose and pulled her to her feet. My hands grabbed her buttocks and she arched her back and let me kiss her throat with soft, sucking kisses. We backed away from the couch, still kissing and massaging each other's arses and when we got to the wall she pinned me to it and began a slow exploration of my body through my clothes. She started with my breasts and then moved down to my belly and finally my pussy and because my skirt was loose and the material more pliable she had me moaning with pleasure as she rubbed me through the skirt. This went on for a few more minutes before we headed up the passageway to the bedroom door. I lost my belt halfway up the passage and it hit the floor with a thump.

I was fumbling with her belt as she turned on the light and then we heard the thumping of a dog's tail on the bed and both turned at the same time. Sam was on the bed wagging his tail and Birgit snapped her fingers.

"Stå af."

Sam grunted as he got off the bed and Birgit chuckled.

"He understands Danish, I'll just let him outside."

I laid down on the bed while Birgit let Sam out. I'd been in this room many times and even been on the bed but as she made her way back through to the bedroom I eased my shoes off. Birgit stepped into the bedroom and grinned as she finished unbuckling her belt, I propped on my elbows as she undid the button on her skirt and slowly inched the zipper down, she was watching my reaction as the zipper went lower and lower.

"You would like to see my ass?"

"Is the Pope a Catholic?" I stroked my front.

"I have heard that rumour before," she put her foot on the bed and unzipped the boot, "but you cannot believe everything you hear."

"I am worried about Sam," I chuckled.

"You think he will turn gay now that he has seen me with a woman?"

I burst out into a fit of giggling at that.

"We had a dog when Paul was only two, my ex got him from a pound and called him K9," I rolled onto my side as Birgit removed the boot and dropped it on the floor, "he was a bitzer."

"What breed is that?"

"It's an Aussie term for a mongrel, bits of this and bits of that. Sweet dog but as dumb as fuck, he'd hump your leg if you stood still long enough, anyway," I went on as she unzipped the other boot, "one day this other dog got into the back yard, a male Labrador and we heard this yelping and when we went out K9 was trying to fuck the Labrador but he got his dick stuck."

"Oh fuck," Birgit giggled as she dropped the boot on the floor.

"Oh fuck is right," I replied as she knelt on the bed, "I called for Lewis and he came running out but we couldn't catch them, they kept going round and round in circles and he's got the hose on them and I'm trying to stop myself laughing."

"And what happened next?" Birgit asked.

"Um, Lewis gave his gay dog to a mate," I reached out and hooked my fingers behind her fly, "it was one of the happier times."

She looked down as I tightened my grip and then she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips, I opened my mouth and just her kiss take me. She straddled my leg and began rubbing my pussy, I groaned and she shifted again until she was straddling me. I was now trapped under her, we broke free for a few moments.

"I hope you're ready for dessert."

"My favourite kind," she grinned and then began moving over me as our lips met in a series of light, teasing kisses. I moved with her as I slid my hands down the back of her skirt to grab her buttocks. Birgit moaned as I massaged her cheeks. Her mouth moved down to my throat to kiss me with light sucking kisses. I arched my back and started pulling her skirt down over her hips and finally managed to get my hands around to her front. Birgit arched her back and let me pull it down further and now I could get my fingers on her pussy. I felt her plump lips beneath the white panties and started sliding my finger between them. She bucked and whimpered as I used my knuckle to probe her opening. I didn't know what she said in that moment but now that I can speak Danish I know she was telling me to go deeper.

I kept rubbing her with my knuckle and she responded by sliding her hand down behind my skirt to my wet panties and it was my turn to moan as she slid her fingers behind my panties to my moist lips and then I felt her finger sliding inside and I let out an almighty groan.

"Oh, fuck, now you've opened my door."

"Knock knock," she bent her finger and dragged it against my passage and that had me writhing beneath her as she did it again and again. My moans became more intense and frantic as she worked the skirt over my hips to expose my red, satin panties.

"You wore red tonight," she panted.

"Yeah," I pulled off my glasses and put them on the bedside table as she withdrew her finger, "and you're the first person to see me wearing them."

She pulled the skirt down further as she moved backwards and I propped on my elbows to watch her remove my skirt. Her eyes softened as she crawled forward on all fours and then she was straddling me again and I traced my fingers up her front to the tie at her throat. While she kissed me tenderly I undid the tie and then her top button, her teasing kisses were driving me wild.

She moved her body lower so that our breasts were touching and began sliding back and forward over me. My breathing became even more erratic and ragged. I felt my third button coming undone to expose the top part of my red bra and then her tongue danced over my cleavage as she undid the fourth button. The blouse slicked over the cups and she began to massage my breasts firmly but gently. I pushed myself into her and grabbed her legs as those soft sensuous kisses moved further down. My fifth button came undone and her tongue found my belly button and then the last two buttons were eased through the buttonholes and the blouse was opened wide.

"Dessert is served," she murmured and then she moved back to my shoulders and managed to grab my bra strap between her teeth, she pulled it off my shoulder and kissed her way down to my breast and then back up to the other strap, which took a little longer to grab between her teeth before it too was off my shoulder.

Birgit pulled the cups over my breasts to expose my areolae and her lips descended on a nipple, drawing it up into her mouth and I whimpered as the pleasurable sensations surged through me and then it was the turn of the other nipple, which received just as much loving attention. I was starting to perspire now and sensing my readiness, Birgit reached behind me and unclipped my bra and pulled the undergarment down. I reached for her as she sat up to finish unbuttoning her blouse, it gave me time to catch my breath as she opened the blouse up to expose her white bra and then she shrugged the garment off her shoulders and let it fall to the bed.

"You want the vibrator or the dildo?"

"You choose the weapon, Lord Jedi."

"Vibrator," she slid off me and that gave me time to sit up and remove my blouse, bra and panties while she retrieved a vibrating dildo.

"It has ears," I squinted at it.

"All the better to stimulate Madam Clitoris," she finished lubing it up and handed it to me, "and now you get to see my ass," she pulled her skirt down to expose her panties and worked it over her knees.

"Nice arse," I smirked, "nice firm, cheeks," I slapped her cheeks and her eyes lit up.

"Ooh, now we're assaulting the teacher, no more apples for you," she pushed me onto my back and grabbing the vibrator, touched my perineum as she turned it on. I winced at the sensation and then spread my legs and opened myself up for her.

The vibrator moved back and forth against my lips, stimulating the delicate nerve endings and then she got down between my legs and began to work in earnest. It felt a little tight at first but she was patient, pushing and withdrawing whilst bathing my pussy with her tongue. When she activated the ears I let out an almighty yell and encouraged by this she kept going. My breathing became ever more frantic as she slid the vibrator in and then out, taking me higher and higher until finally I succumbed and let go with a series of frantic screams of delight. The orgasm was blindingly intense, so much more because it was the first time I'd had one of them used on me, it was always either a dildo or fingers. I must have blacked out briefly because when I came to the vibrator was sliding out of me and my body was covered in a thin film of sweat.