She's My Kind Of Girl

*Chapter 8*

The tour continued to Holland. They were they for one day, just the show day, before they continued to Belgium.

It was some hours before show, and Frida and Benny relaxed at the hotel. "Come here" Benny said and reached out his arm towards Frida. Frida cuddled up closer to Benny and rested her head on his shoulder. Benny played with her soft brown hair.
"Is it something?" Benny asked, and for a short while Frida looked up at him and then laid her head right again. "Why do you think that?"
"Well... Of course I can't use only that reason, but we haven't fucked for very long... It's not like you" Benny laughed. "You're so horny all the time... Have I done something wrong?"
"No..." Frida said and fell down so she rested her head on his lap. They looked at each other, and Benny had a wonderful smile on his lips. Frida's shirt had leaved pretty much of her tummy bare, and Benny kittled her. She giggled and gave him a little nudge with her hand. They smiled against each other, and then they let their lips meet in a soft kiss. "I'm sorry if I have made you feel it like there's something wrong" Frida said.
"It's not you... It's just very much right now."
"Yeah, the tour is quite stressing..." Benny said.
"Well, it's not just the tour..."
"What more then?"
Frida got quiet and thought about Agnetha. "Can I ask you a thing?"
"Sure" Benny said. "Anything."
"Have you ever felt that you have loved more than one person at the same time?"
Benny laughed. "Well, I had five girlfriends... God.." He laughed to himself. Frida laughed too. "Yeah... But I mean really love. I guess that those girls were just because you could...?"
"Yes... But one of the two girls I dated at the same time as you in the beggining, I loved her at the same time as I loved you... I had a really hard time... I realised what a motherfucker I was, and tried to make a choice. I couldn't be cheating anymore. But, you won my heart..." Benny kissed Frida. "Are you wondering because you feel the same way?" Benny asked. Frida started to cry. "Yes..."
"Honey..." Benny said comforting and gave her a tight hug. "If I tell you, can you promise to keep it a secret? I trust you to 100 percent..."
"Of course darling." Benny stroked her cheek. "I'm in love with Agnetha..."
"What?"
"Yeah... I have always felt something special for her, and the night of the tour premiere when we got so drunk we had sex... And after that we couldn't really keep away from each other. I'm so sorry Benny! You must understand that I love you as much as I love her. I wouldn't even be able to live without you two!!" Frida cried, and Benny held her tight. "Please, forgive me. I couldn't help it..."
"I don't have to forgive you. It isn't your fault... I understand."

Frida looked up at Benny with running tears. Her lip was shaking, and she looked so sad and miserable. Benny was of course a bit chocked over the new, and of course a bit sad that he had to share Frida's heart with someone else. Another lover... But he understood and would support her. He loved her, and would do anything for her. "So, you're a couple?" Benny asked. "Well, no. We have decided to not call it love... Just some kind of REALLY deep friendship, so we don't have to feel any guilt of cheating."
"For me it's okay... I know how it is, and all I want is you to be happy." A big and thankful smile spread on Frida's lips. "But I just think about how Björn would take it... When they're like married, have kids... And cheating is something he can't take at all. Probably not even this, which actually can be counted as some sort of friendship as long as you want to... And the fact that you both are girls...
I mean, he's not a hating homofobic, but he doesn't think it's natural and that stuff..." Benny said. Frida sighed.
"I know... Björn wouldn't take it. So, that's why I want you to keep it a secret. Even for him. Is it okay? Or, at least for a little while so Agnetha and I can talk."
"I would die for your sake love..." Benny said and they kissed each other. "I love you..." Frida whispered.

Benny and Björn would go earlier to the concert hall to help with a few things.

Soon it knocked on Frida's door. It was Agnetha of course. They kissed each other and sat down on the bed. Agnetha sat like a little ball in Frida's lap. She rested her head against her chest, and she could even hear Frida's beating heart. Frida started to tell Agnetha about that she had told Benny, and he understood. At first she became afraid, and angry. But soon when Frida told her exactly what Benny said she calmed down.

Frida stroked Agnetha's back with her long nails, and burried her nose in her blond soft hair. It smelled like roses. Frida almost started to cry. Her feelings for Agnetha were so strong that they had to come out through her eyes too... "Are you crying?" Agnetha asked with her gentle clear voice that made Frida's heart beat even faster. Agnetha's voice sounded almost childish sometimes. Frida laughed a bit shaken.
"Well, not much... It's just... I love you so much!" Agnetha smiled to herself. "To hold you like this... It makes me so moved to feel you this close to me. Feel your warmth and your skin. Feel that you're alive..."
Agnetha laughed mild. "It sounds like you're dead and are desperate to feel life..." Frida laughed and kissed Agnetha's head. "When I love someone as much as I love you, I have a strong feeling to take care of that person" Frida said. "It feels like you're a little porslin doll that will burst if I take on you too hard..." Agnetha smiled and sat up so their eyes met. She laughed. "It didn't feel like you thougt that when you fucked me last time..." Frida laughed. "That's because it's something different. Then the most important thing in the world is to make you feel good..."
Agnetha gasped silent. "What?"
"God, I just got so horny..."
Frida laughed and looked at the clock on the wall. "Can we make it in ten minutes before the taxi comes?"
"Of course!" Agnetha exclaimed.
"It will take shorter than that! You make me come in like one minute babe..."
Frida laughed, took off Agnetha's pants and panties and they did their thing...

And Agnetha was right. Two minutes later they could have been done. One minute each!