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    Awakening – Meeting Marina part 1

    The whole damn thing brought back memories that I have tried very hard to keep under wraps. Given the circumstances, I thought it best that way; nothing good would come out of keeping those memories alive every time I face her. It stood between us for a long time, but it seemed like we finally had moved beyond it and even managed to build a tentative friendship. The dinner tonight though, brought it all back.

    *********************************************

    I was young and wanted to see that world before my adult life took off for real. I had planned this yearlong break in my studies and was exited like a child that it was finally going to happen.

    My father wasnt happy about it and insisted that I took my boyfriend with me. I really resented that, but I knew that it was an ultimatum on his part and not something open for discussion. And Michael said yes.

    So here we were, in Barcelona, in the daytime we walked the pavements thin, studied architecture, browsing all sorts of museums, eating lunch outside in the sun, gazing at a world so very different from what we were used to, and at night we made new friends and danced until we dropped.

    That night I just wanted to go home. Michael irritated me more than usual, so dancing with him was not an option. The drink in my hand didnt seem appealing enough for me to even taste it.

    Then I saw her and my world shifted and never returned to its former position.

    The music hammered down on the crowded dancefloor and I let my eyes move restlessly from one couple to another, passing time by studying them. And there she was, dancing like she was one with her body, moving with a grace and confidence that contradicted her obvious youth.

    Yes, when I took a closer look, I saw how young she really was. Younger than me, perhaps 16 or 17. Cheeks and chin rounded slightly by the remains of babyfat, tall and lanky like a teenageboy, thick dark hair tumbling down her shoulders.

    And damn, she could dance. I couldnt keep my eyes from her.

    Attraction to girls wasnt new for me, but I had never acted on it. Daddy wouldnt approve and I couldnt begin to imagine what would happen if he had to deal with a ***** daughter to top the other.

    So every time I felt that attraction, I drowned it with pure will. And until now I had succeeded pretty well, hence the boyfriend.

    I tore my eyes away from the glorious sight and looked around to find Michael. Where was that stupid boy when he was needed? Probably outside with the other guys, having a smoke. Oh God, I really hated that.

    The music changed and became slow. Seductive.

    Hola, a low, husky voice caressed my ears. I shivered. I knew it was her. I just knew it. I turned around and met dark eyes, sparkling with something I couldnt identify.

    H..hi, I stammered and felt my skin redden, suddenly the air was way to heavy for my lungs. My skin burned every time the dark eyes touched it.

    American, yes? she asked with a heavy accent.

    I gulped and nodded, unable to speak. I had never felt the presence of another human being like that before, like a hot psychical touch that threatened to melt my body. It was like she emptied the room of all air, of all other thoughts than the ones about her, and instead she filled it with pure I dont no what, I cant find appropriate words for it, she commanded attention like no one I had ever met before – or since for that matter.

    Later in life I learned to use that factor to my benefit, in business as well in seduction. She taught me how effective it is.

    You want to dance, yes?

    All the right reason begged me to say no, but I didnt – couldnt.

    She took my hand and led me out on the dance floor and my pulse almost jumped out of my skin. Then it abruptly stopped when I realized that she wanted us to dance like the other couples on the floor – close, full body contact I shivered as highly erotic images flooded my mind. I blanked them out immediately.

    Nervously I looked around. Two women dancing like that in a place like this? Noo But apparently I wasnt the one in charge and suddenly I found myself in the arms of this this girl.

    She was taller than me, thinner. But even then her body felt so soft against mine, so different from Michaels. Her knowing hands led me like they had done nothing else all their life.

    It was like flying on a soft breath, I couldnt think of anything but her and the stirrings between my legs became more and more uncomfortable. My heart raced, my skin flushed. I was aroused like never before in my life. Thoughts of her touching me intimately, taking me, right there in the middle of all the dancing couples, entered my mind and I couldnt sensor them like I had done so often before when I found myself attracted to a woman.

    Michael was forgotten, all I could think about was what her hands we doing to me while moving slowly up and down my back, caressing my thighs and buttocks so sensually that it almost made me scream with need. She drew me even closer, her breath against my ear, so close that I could feel hard nipples teasing my skin.

    Oh God

    I freed myself from her arms, breathlessly excused myself and fled to the bar where my drink still waited for me. And, lucky me, no Michael.

    I didnt dare to turn around to see how the girl reacted to my escape, instead I focused my eyes and every fiber in my body on the drink before me.

    May I buy you another one, a female voice said right into my ear. Startled I nearly lost my grip on the glass and the owner of the voice laughed softly.

    I turned around and found an attractive blonde woman regarding me with obvious amusement. An eyebrow lifted inquiringly.

    Sorry? My confusion seemed to make her even more amused.

    She pointed at my glass. You want another one . One you might even like to drink instead of just glaring at it?

    N..no, I stuttered like a nervous child. No, thank you, Im not Im not thirsty.

    Both eyebrows now lifted and the cool eyes underneath trapped mine.

    She makes an impression doesnt she? she asked.

    Who? Of course I knew whom she referred to, and of course she knew that I knew and didnt even dignify my question with a grunt.

    My name is Francesca, she touched my hand softly. Whats yours?

    I told her, feeling more and more uneasy and nervous. There was something almost scaring about this woman. Her cool eyes, the hard lines in her face, the way she held her body like she was ready to attack.

    Strange night it was First turned on by a girl on the dancefloor and now this grown woman, years older than me, made me uncomfortable in a quite different way.

    Look at her, she said. A marvelous creature, isnt she?

    I followed her eyes and in the middle of all the couples, I saw the girl dancing alone. A lot of eyes were on her and I had to agree with Francesca, even if I didnt voice it.

    Who is she? My confused hormones overrode my brain yelling at me to get away from this woman.

    Francesca licked her lips like she was about to choose which one of us she wanted to take a bite of. They say shes the niece of the owner of this place. Shes quite beautiful, dont you think? Makes you want to get to know her.

    Do you? I asked carefully. Know her, I mean.

    Not yet, but I will.

    Arms hugged me from behind and I stiffened instantly.

    Hey, babe.

    Oh, God, Michael. I had forgotten all about him. He kissed me soundly on the lips and I had to stop myself from pushing him away.

    I met some great guys, baby. They have some great ideas for us. He tugged at my arms. Theyre outside.

    Not now, Mike, I was I was talking with someone. Ill join you later, okay?

    I nodded at the chair where Francesca sat, or at least had been sitting. The blonde woman was nowhere to be seen. I stifled a curse.

    Michael just shrugged his shoulders and as always he accepted my reasons without questions, kissed me again and went outside to join his new friends.

    Someone gently touched my arm and for the third, or was it fourth, time this evening, someone had managed to sneak up on me without any of my senses warning me. This could turn out to be a dangerous habit, I though, before all thoughts left me entirely. It was the girl.

    Come with me, she husked.

    I nodded, unable to resist her and unable to form words that would make any sense.

    Suddenly I found myself in a room behind the bar. She locked the door and turned around to face me.

    I must have been a sight. Mouth gaping, body shivering, eyes burning with arousal.

    She smiled, moved closer. And her hands were on me again. I couldnt stop a moan exploding from deep inside.

    Her fingers touched my face, making my body tingle and shiver in places it never had before, not like that anyway. I was on fire, burning with arousal and confusion.

    Gently her fingers followed the lines of my eyebrows and cheekbones, moving further down to a dry and gasping mouth.

    Stunned in fascination I watched her wet her full lips, slowly and sensuous making them moist and then then she kissed me. Oh God, I was so afraid of fainting right there in her arms.

    In the beginning the kiss was soft and seeking, leaving me room for escape, an escape I wasnt able – or willing to use. I wanted more. Much, much more.

    Then the kiss changed, deepened, and became demanding, more passionate. It almost made me come without her touching me where I wanted her to most. She apparently sensed my need and I felt her hand on my breast and another grabbed my *****, pulling me even closer.

    I was beyond caring about the consequences, beyond guilt, beyond thinking of Michael, I just wanted her to touch me anywhere everywhere.

    Suddenly I found myself facing the wall.

    Hold on, bella mia, she purred, and I did what she asked.

    The dress represented no hindrance for her capable hands, and when I felt them on my bare skin I couldnt control a loud embarrassing moan. I couldnt believe how wet I was, how my heart threatened to penetrate my chest and how the hunger in me made everything else unimportant.

    Arms closed around me from behind, hot breath caressed my neck. I whimpered pathetically and bit down on a scream when hands moved down the front of my body, playfully teasing my nipples to maximum stiffened arousal.

    Nipping lips mapped every inch of my neck and shoulders. My dress moved against the skin, exposing wet underwear and my throbbing center to the cool air.

    With bated breath I felt her fingers slowly moving in on their goal, teasingly playing around the edges of the underwear, barely touching the soft wet place between my legs. And then, finally, they slipped inside.

    God! When her fingers touched my aching *****, stars and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. And I had always thought that stuff was made up. It wasnt, it was almost frightening.

    Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God

    My breathing was out of control. And when the ***** hit me, I screamed in shame, desperation and extreme pleasure.

    Afterwards she cradled me gently, soothing me, stroking my back like a mother comforts a child. Slowly I calmed down, my pulse returned to something akin to normal and my common sense reinserted itself. I was shocked at my own behavior.

    Part of me wanted to yell at her, blame her for making me feel like this or slap her, and ask her what the ***** she thought she was doing to me.

    She completely ruined my raising anger by thoroughly licking her fingers, wet from my passion, very close to my ear.

    And then everything throbbed in need and I was ready to go again, regardless of the price I knew I had to pay for this.

    You okay? she asked.

    I nodded, even if I wasnt sure it was the truth, and she moved away from me. I looked at her, really looked, for the first time. Not just admiring her lean body or her exotic beauty, but scanned her over like she was a car I considered buying.

    She wore leather-pants and a tight cream-colored shirt, her skin was almost the same tone as mine, and her hair a deep dark brown, matching her enticing eyes.

    But there was something else. The skin around these eyes seemed strained, darker than the rest of her, the lines around the mouth were deeper than usual for such a young woman. And then I saw them, not quite hidden by the clothes. Bruises on her arms, like someone had grabbed her forcefully, and I spotted some near her collarbone and throat. And it was not love bites.

    She opened a drawer in a desk and pulled out a small bag of white powder.

    My whole body stiffened.

    She smiled slightly at my discomfort and offered me to share the powder with her.

    If I hadnt been so damn weak after the mind-blowing ***** I wouldve subjected her to my just say no speech, but before I had a chance to even begin, she hid the powder as the door opened and a tall, dark man entered.

    Marina! he yelled angrily and continued to tear into her in Spanish. I didnt speak nearly enough of the language to understand what he was so angry about.

    She didnt even flinch, her gaze turned impassive, her back straightened and she stared him right in the eyes, obviously defying him, mocking him.

    He growled and grabbed her arms and shook her forcefully.

    I had to do something. I coughed slightly, letting him know they werent alone. He glared at me, like he wanted to throw me out and hissed something in Spanish to the girl.

    You have to go now, bella mia, the girl said with no fear in her voice. You were the most wonderful.

    But I began, but she dismissed me with a nod and a slight grin, and I suppose I had no backbone back then, so I left.

    *********************************************

    Years later, I thought I had successfully managed to forget about how I lost my ***** virginity, and as of an result of that, dumped Michael, disappointed my father, silenced my mother even more and began a dating-spree in the ***** community that lasted for years.

    Then Alice told me about this place, The Planet, where she and the rest of the gang liked to hang out. Months lack of time had prevented me from joining them, so I hadnt met The Planets gorgeous foreign enigma of an owner that fascinated Alice so much that she had to write an article about her, or as Alice unsuccessfully tried to convince herself and everyone else, about The Planet.

    When I finally had the time, I was shocked when I saw who the enigmatic owner was.

    I covered my shock quickly and Marina didnt even raise an eyebrow when Alice introduced us. One could say that it was the first time we were properly introduced. If Alice had known all the facts, she would have had a field day with it.

    For a long time I wasnt even sure she recognized me. We certainly never spoke about Barcelona or anything remotely personal, not that Marina spoke that much anyway, but not long after I reluctantly joined the gang in their morning ritual at The Planet, she began having a bag of sandwiches and a coffee to go ready for me when she knew that I had to hurry to work.

    She always smiled warmly when we met and wished me a good day or asked me to take care, and after some time I was able to smile back and return the polite words.

    I wouldnt call her a friend, but then she really doesnt befriend that many people, shes friendly enough, almost accommodating, but in the time shes very reclusive and she smoothly and politely keeps her distance when she graciously small talk with the adoring customers or drooling lesbians that sends her lusty stares every time she appears.

    Sometimes I think I sense some sort of connection between her and Shane, who apparently has found a comfortable spot in Marinas otherwise closed personal space were no one else seems to be allowed to enter. And Shane is strangely enough very protective of her and often directs Alices and Danas attention away from her when they are in gossip-mode.

    When I look at her now, I no longer see a troubled, highly sexual girl stuffing her nose with cocaine, in her place I see a complex woman who doesnt reveal much, and seems to rest in herself, not needing anyone else all that much.

    With the gang she smiles more, listens patiently to Alices rambling and laugh in all friendliness at Danas goofiness, and she follows Shanes womanizing with obvious amusement.

    But if you ask any of them, they probably know close to nothing about her, except maybe what book she reads and how she takes her coffee.

    I havent seen much of the hunter from Barcelona, but sometimes she looks me and I know shes there, and today I’m certain that she remembers me.

    I have tried to understand her relationship with Francesca, yes, she obviously succeeded in getting to know Marina as she had planned that night in Barcelona, but theres something weird going on there.

    The dynamics of Marinas role in that relationship is so very different from how I saw her then and how I see her today. Maybe Francesca was her way out of a life that gave her bruises and drugs to snore. Or maybe she needs being less in control sometimes and Francesca fills that need? Alice thinks shes a kept woman, she thinks that Francesca provides money and security and Marina gives a part of herself in return. I dont know.

    I had found some sort of peace with the past, but when I saw her with Jenny I recognized what happened to me all those years ago. How she is capable of swallowing you up with one look from those wonderful dark eyes and make you forget yourself and everyone else.

    I know from experience that it was impossible to say no to her when she was a enticing teenager, and now, as a gorgeous, exotic adult you dont stand a chance when she stares into your eyes, blinking slowly very, very slowly, before she devours you and makes you forget your own name.

    Poor Jenny. Poor Tim. This is a damn mess.

    I couldnt stand how she practically seduced Jenny and almost everyone else at that dinner party. How Jennys eyes followed her around like they were glued to her, a lost puppy look, so full of lust that it surprises me that Tim hasnt picked up on it.

    You know, babe, I completely understand the fascination, Tina said later when we were in bed. Have you ever really noticed how that woman moves? She rolled her eyes in mirth, trying to lighten my mood. Before I met her I never understood the phrase: Poetry in motion. But when she moves She saw my expression and kissed me soundly. I love you more than anything or anyone else, AND youre incredibly *****, but you have to admit that Marina has somethingsomething. She searched for the right words, but found none. Other than an unprecedented ***** she laughed.

    I dont now why the love of my life thought that statement would make me feel better, but yes I understood what everyone who ever entered The Planet felt, and I admit it. Marina has something.

    In a way she helped me face and accept the fact that I wanted women, and maybe shes doing the same to Jenny.

    I gladly paid the price for that – but will Jenny?

    The End

    The first story in a series called Meeting Marina were I plan to let some of the Lword-characters meet Marina for the first time, and through those meetings give the underexposed Marina some sort of backstory.

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    1. Absoultely amazing… i loved hearing the whole Bette/Marina thing. it’s finally nice to hear Bette’s coming out story/a backround on Marina and her life… well done.. keep it coming

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