She Kills (2016)

Eight

 Ele came back home two days later and we talked again on Skype. She was a bit red in the face from the sun of Greece but still tired from the traveling so it was not a long chat. Anyway we decided to meet as soon as possible and I booked a flight to Germany the same night.

I went to Hamburg the very next week. Those days felt they'd never pass, but they did in the end, and I wasn't sure I was able to wait. Anyway, there I was. She had no car so I arranged for a taxi to pick her up. When I saw her, I jumped to her lips like it was a century since we'd last kissed.

"I missed you so much," I told her.

"I missed you too, darling. How was the flight?"

"A nightmare. The aircraft was flying over the airport, waiting for its turn to land and there were so many air pockets. Thought I'd vomit."

"I'm sorry. You can have a shower, now. Then we go out for a drink."

"Yeah, sure, but please, come here for a while before I go. I need to feel you."

"Go to the shower, I'll follow you," she said.

I didn't let a second pass, and I was already there. She came right after without any clothes and jumped in, close to me. We started kissing, and I was almost eating her lips that she stopped me, smiling.

"Do you know what girls like?" she asked.

"I have a clue," I said.

"Well, then show me."

I guess she was referring to my hunger for her lips. Maybe it was better to divert it on the rest of her body, with different games. It was quite easy. There was nothing about her that I didn't want to taste. I started, going down between her legs.

We made it there, under the water. After we both came, she kissed me, took a toweling robe and went to the bedroom, leaving me there the way a man usually leaves a woman after having had sex. That was weird. I had this feeling, it was the first time she didn't seem completely relaxed after an orgasm with me. I didn't pay much too attention to that thought, anyway, and had my shower.

While I was still in the bathroom, drying myself, I asked her about her car.

"Honey, why you don't have a car? Don't you drive?"

"I used to," she said from the other room.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Why don't you drive anymore?"

"I had an accident. It was raining and I drove to a tree, destroying my car. It's a miracle I am still alive."

"Shit! I didn't know that, I'm sorry. When did that happen?"

"A couple of years ago."

"I see but that's few years ago. Haven't you thought about buying another car?"

"My license has been suspended."

"Why?"

"Honey, I was a little tipsy that night," she said, bringing me a glass of water.

"A little tipsy? I thought it was because of the rain?"

"No and I couldn't convince the police otherwise either. Actually I had too many drinks that night," she said, going back to the kitchen.

I left the bathroom and followed her, with an astonished face.

"Darling, I'm sorry," she said, turning back and kissing me.

"You're lucky to be alive then."

"Yes, I know. That's why I don't like talking about my past."

"I see, but why haven't you tried to get your license back?"