Jak spent the Easter holidays walking in the hills south of Moscow with his friend Malekov, but Rachel came to his apartment the next Tuesday for dinner – and yes, she was very tasty! – also for a return match of chess. He had been reading up his text books and managed to win a game; he was very smug!
But he wasn’t going to spoil things by letting her see that. He was beginning to feel very attracted to her in a more serious way. She was very beautiful; dark and sultry, with fine, thin features and an expressive, soft mouth. She was the most intelligent girl he had ever met, very clear-minded and careful, although he wasn’t too convinced about the feminism bit. But she was independent and seemed self-reliant. Her taste in music and the comfortable feeling of her flat was similar to his own. Most of all, he liked her gentleness and kindness, flattered that she should bother to get to know him.
He found out quite a bit more about her. She was twenty-seven years old and had been born and grew up south of the Lake District, in England. She had left school at eighteen, but had worked for two years and visited Russia before resuming her academic career and getting a degree at Durham University in Mathematics, then finishing her Ph.D. in Moscow a few years ago. He knew she now taught at the Academy and that she was very conscientious and hard-working. It was probably her first real job. She wasn’t married, but she had once lived with a guy who had helped her buy and improve a cottage in England, which she now owned outright. She didn’t explain the complications of that, but Jak sensed a lot of pain. She even told him about her two brothers and the fact that she had got on better with her mother than her father, though Jak could see that she admired him, and had probably wanted his approval more than anything.
After listening to “The Eagles”, on his rather superior Hi-Fi equipment, she looked around his flat. She was enchanted by the small kitchen, with its handmade pine cupboards and worktops covered in dark, varnished cork. He had to admit that he hadn’t made them; it had all been there when he moved in, but was one of the things that had delighted him when he first saw the apartment. She was impressed by the large bathroom, but rather less so when she saw his Waterhouse Nymphs on the wall. The bedroom was a mess, but she admired his bookcases and large library, half hidden by the bicycle parked in front; the only place he could safely keep it.
“You seem very comfortable here,” she said.
“I was lucky to find it,” he replied. “The neighbours are nice too.”
“Don’t you get disturbed by the traffic?” she asked.
“Not at all. You get used to it. It’s rather comforting actually. And practically every vehicle stops at the junction, even the buses, so they tend to be going quite slowly over the bridge.”
“Well, I think it’s all delightful, but really, I must dash. It’s been a lovely evening. You’re very sweet.”
She said goodbye at his door with another kiss, somewhat longer this time, and, after pooh-poohing his suggestion that he should accompany her back home, she clattered down in the lift, and walked off into the night.
– o –
After a weekend in St Petersburg at the National Film Club Viewing Sessions, Jak was more than looking forward to dinner with Rachel again, this time at her flat. She told him the rules!
“I like you very much, Jak” she said. “And I want to carry on seeing you. We seem to get on well together. In fact, I’d like to take it further, but not tonight.”
“Well, I like you too,” he said. “Very much. But I wouldn’t try anything that you weren’t happy with.”
“The thing is,” she continued, “I’ve been hurt before. In Ravenscar – I worked there for a time – there was a guy I fell for, but he wasn’t quite what I thought. I don’t want to get involved like that again.”
“I’d never do anything to hurt you, you know,” he assured her. “I respect you far too much. I hope I wouldn’t hurt anyone. I’ve been hurt enough myself to know how it feels.”
“Well, just so you know, I don’t want us to commit to anything, yet. I just want to find out if we are, you know, compatible!” she trailed off, slightly embarrassed. “Let’s eat. We can think about it and see.”
He left later in a thoughtful mood, but not before giving her another kiss, which, encouragingly, she reciprocated enthusiastically.
– o –
On Friday, Jak and Rachel went to Taras Bulba’s for a meal. Neutral ground; he didn’t know which way this was going to go. In the end, after a very pleasant evening, and not a little wine, she invited him back to her place again, and they walked over hand in hand.
She led him upstairs, and with hardly a word, she left him in the small, crowded bedroom while she went to the bathroom. He undressed and sat on the bed waiting for her, in somewhat heightened anticipation. She came back completely naked, her body thin and white. He was completely overwhelmed, but she slipped under the covers, without much of a glance at him.
“You can use my toothbrush,” she said, smiling to herself. He realised she couldn’t see much without her contact lenses.
When he got back in bed, she rolled over on top of him, her long dark hair falling in his face. He stroked her head as she kissed his chest and spread her legs a little wider, pressing against his belly with a squeal of delight. She pulled up on his shoulders until her soft mouth was on his, kissing his lips and probing with her tongue.
His hands slid down her back and over her smooth, skinny bottom. She was liquid, hot and slippery. She pushed back, gasping as he entered her. Rocking back and forth, her breasts tickled his chest with their pointy hard nipples. It was too much; he came too quickly and began to subside before she had managed to get there.
“Sorry!” he said.
“Take it more slowly next time,” she said. “Let me feel you. You’re skinnier than me!”
He was amused to see, as she reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, that her wrists were thin, but her arms were quite shapely with curious pointed elbows that made them look like chicken thighs; goose-bumps further heightened his impression of a plucked chicken, but a very gorgeous one. He lay back, drifting into his little sleep as she stroked him. It had been so long since anyone had shown any interest in him, let alone be so intimate.
In a few moments he began to get hard again and he rolled her over onto her back. She spread her legs and held him as he once again penetrated her. He did go more slowly this time, feeling every swell and fold of her, until she came, sucking and palpitating around him. They melted together in a bliss of exquisite hot pain.
In the morning, waking a little bleary eyed and aware of an intense ache in his scrotum and another straining erection, he slipped inside her again. She was hardly awake herself, but cried out dreamily for him to carry on, to never stop!
Thank God it was Saturday; they could stay here forever. Then he suddenly remembered that he had to go down to the railway station today to meet Cleo, his oldest friend, on her way from Paris to St Petersburg, via Moscow. Still there was time yet, and he wanted to savour this moment as long as possible. Rachel wriggled up, and said she was bursting for a pee. He was too, and he went into the bathroom as she went downstairs to make a cup of tea. They sat up together side by side in bed drinking out of china teacups, naked, except for Rachel’s dark-framed glasses.
“You are marvellous, you know!” he said.
“Well, you’re pretty sexy yourself!” she giggled.
Inevitably, he started to rise again and he pushed back the sheets to show her.
“You’re incorrigible!” she exclaimed, putting her cup down on the bedside table. “Let me do it this time!”
She knelt over him and sank onto him as he slipped softly between her silky-smooth and wetly swollen lips. Her body glistened before him, white and shining, nipples pink, and pubic hair black. She moved gently up and down, relishing the feel of him just inside her. Then dropping deeper, and rubbing herself on his pubic bone, their hair twining in one soft mat, she began to gasp, then cry out as she experienced an intense orgasm. She fell forwards, her hands around his neck, kissing him as he came too, jerking up under her.
As he dozed he suddenly thought again about his appointment this Saturday morning. He knew he was playing close to the bone, but what could he do? He had promised to help Cleo, and she would be stuck at the station if he didn’t. He gave a dumb excuse about having to travel to a building site in Vladivostok. Rachel let him go, reluctantly, staying in bed and dreaming to herself, oblivious of his double-dealing.
– o –