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Chapter 3 - Margareta

It was already beginning to dawn when she left the studio. She got into her car and drove straight to Margareta. Her husband was away on a business trip so they could do whatever they wanted. And after that conversation with Eric, she was in desperate need of it.

"Come in, Agnetha"

Margareta was a tall woman with brown, shoulder-length hair. She seemed somewhat familiar to her from the beginning. She reminded her of someone. She wasn't soft-spoken and was actually quite dominant. But somehow Agnetha really liked that. This was their second meeting. The first time they had only talked. Even if Agnetha's thoughts had drifted away from time to time. Something in this woman had attracted her, so she had agreed to meet again.

"Let's get us something to drink. You can take a seat on the couch in the living room."

Margareta pointed her finger in the direction of the living room. Agnetha took off her shoes and wandered down the long corridor observing every single bit of the house. She was an observer. Even if she had been there before. She simply loved to take it all in. Be it her surroundings or other people. She was often described as shy or quiet but in reality there was just an incredible amount going on in her head. Way too much. And when it came to interviews in English, her head was simply very busy translating and her tongue got tangled.

After some time, the tall woman came back holding two wine glasses in her hand, handing one of them to Agnetha. Then she walked over to her record player to put on some music. After the familiar initial creak and crackle, the music began to fill the room. Agnetha did not recognise the song. It was slightly jazzy, but she liked it. They started talking and drinking again. Every time their glasses were empty, Margareta refilled them and her blonde guest noticed how she got a little more tipsy after each glass. The whole atmosphere also became more and more flirty. Margareta had been flirting with her from the beginning. And it made Agnetha feel the ecstasy that seemed to rush through her body. Every time the tall woman lit a cigarette and took it in her long slender fingers, Agnetha got goosebumps all over her body. Or ghostbumps, as she would call it.

"Will you stay the night? You must be tired?"

Margareta asked her while her eyes were piercing her. And as Agnetha looked deeply into them they seemed to flicker, almost as if they were on fire. But there was something else in her eyes. They demanded more.

Agnetha seemed almost mesmerized. She couldn't think straight anymore and just followed her into the bedroom without a word. Without thinking - for once - she lay down on the bed still wearing her blue jumper and jeans. She could feel the bed sheets moving and noticed how Margareta gently lay down next to her. Her heart was beating so fast, suddenly aware of how intimate this felt. When she slowly turned back around to face Margareta, she saw that the woman had already slipped off her clothes.

„Why are your clothes still on?"
She whispered.

Agnetha hesitated for a moment not knowing what to say.

„Take them off. You should never sleep in worn street clothes."

The blonde woman just nodded, slipped off her clothes and then back into the bed.

„Stop."

„What's wrong?"

„Nothing. I just want to see you. Turn around"

Agnetha glanced at her, and saw that she got a sly smile on her face. A look she had never seen on her before. And again without thinking she did as she was told. She turned around, letting Margareta see her whole body in the golden, flickering light of the fire that came from the fireplace next to the window. She looked at Agnetha directly, her eyes burning again. Even more than before.

„You are beautiful, aren't you? I know you used to have long golden hair. But the shorter ones suit you so well."

Agnetha could feel her cheeks blushing a little. This woman was almost intimidating.

„Join me?"

The blonde slid under the heavy quilts, next to her. Her body was feeling so smooth, so soft almost like.... It gave off a radiant heat.

„You're so warm.."

Agnetha actually felt herself drawn to her, felt the urge to stroke her hair, stare into her eyes.. But something inside her made her hesitate again. Margareta's fingertips just barely stroked her skin, making her stir with growing yearning. Then Agnetha finally dared to look directly into her eyes. They were intense, direct. They stared straight into her soul in a way that felt naked, dangerous. She realised she had stopped breathing.

Without a warning Margareta's soft lips found hers, and Agnetha's whole body tingled hot and electric. It made her feel completely light-headed, tipsy. Her power, her radiance, was so strong. So far there had only been one person who had made her feel this way. Who had radiated a similar vibe. Of course you still couldn't compare Margareta with her at all. And yet she too made her go completely crazy.

She slid one hand along Agnetha's side, her fingertips stroking her damp skin, and then she wrapped an arm around her back pulling her in closer.

"What do you want, Agnetha?"

„I want more."

She reached out to touch her, almost burning with desire. Margareta's eyes flashed and she smiled.
Before Agnetha could say or do anything else, she suddenly grabbed her wrists and pinned the blonde woman to the backside of the bed.

„Say it again."

„I want more"

Her hand slid down to Agnetha's underwear, slipping under, and her hips pushed up towards her.

„Again, Mrs Fältskog."

„I want more."

Her whole body started to shake and her mind went completely blank.

„Beg for it."

„Please. Please, please..."

„Good girl"

Margareta started kissing her neck, while her hand continued to slide further. Agnetha let out a gasp, arching up, her hands still pinned above her head. Her mouth was on Agnetha's again. Her teeth nipping at her bottom lip, her tongue followed behind. Agnetha twisted her fingers into her long hair, screaming out:

"Please, Frida! I want more."

From one second to the next Margareta stopped abruptly and stared at her, dumbfounded. Agnetha only just now realised what she had just said.

"What did you just say? Frida? What? Do you mean Frida Lyngstad?"