Europa - A Banshee Story

4. Not the Russians

Thomas Zomers (Zevendorp, the Netherlands - October 13, 2020)

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off; 9:00. I have a job interview in the early afternoon, which should give me enough time to go see Erin first. Last night was great! Hopefully she feels the same way about it. As I get dressed I look out the window to see Grace and Ella walking down the street together.

Strange... they usually avoid each other like the plague... 

Now that I'm presentable, I head downstairs, where my parents are enjoying their morning coffee.

"No work today?" I ask.

"Got a phonecall this morning," my dad said. "Due to reorganization issues at the main office, work has to be suspended for a day. Not exactly sure how they came to that conclusion, but it's a paid day off and I'm not complaining."

My parents both work at EuroGas, the largest gas miner in the province, as well as Europe.

"So what are you going to do today?" mom asks me.

"I'm gonna drop by Erin's after breakfast and there's a job interview at 2 o'clock," I reply.

"Good luck with the interview," she says. "I hope you get the job!"

As soon as I finish my sandwich and a glass of orange juice, I grab my jacket and head over to the girl next door.

Not being on a date now, I enter through the backdoor into the kitchen, where Erin's mother is reading a magazine of sorts.

"Good morning, Mrs. Borger," I say.

"Good morning, Thomas," she answers. "It's been a while. How are you?"

"I'm doing alright, thank you for asking. And how are you?"

"Still a bit tired from the trip..."

The trip... suuuuure...  

The empty wine bottle on the kitchen counter says it all...

"...but I'll live. If you're here for Erin, she'll be down in a bit."

Sure enough, Erin walks into the living room a minute later and kisses me on the cheek. 

"Morning, love," she says seductively.

"Good morning," I reply. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a cat..."

Like a cat?  

I want to ask her what that means when I see Freckles curled up on the couch, seemingly asleep.

Say no more... 

"So to what do I ower this fine fine pleasure?" Erin asks.

"I just wanted to see my precious," I tell her.

"Aww... aren't you just the sweetest!" Erin kisses me in response.

She grabs my hand and pulls my behind her.

"Don't do anything stupid," I hear Mrs. Borger say as I'm led upstairs to Erin's room.

We decide to watch a movie, but about 5 minutes in we're making out again, this time on her bed. I pin down her body and slowly begin kissing from her lips down to her neck. Erin doesn't appear to mind. Her hands run wildly across my back and she lets out the slightest yet loveliest of moans. Just as I'm thinking of letting a hand wander, however, Erin flips the tables and straddles me. Without a word she bends forward to lock lips with me while one of her hands slips underneath my shirt.