Valerie was simply amazing. There was no other way to possibly describe that woman. It’s as if she radiated warmth, the atmosphere was always great when she was around.
Her place was indeed smaller than mine, and the fact that it was cluttered with drum sets and other music stuff made it look even tinier. Still, it had a powerful vibe to it, and enough space for a couch, a bed and some other minimal furniture. But the couch was currently occupied with several loose parts of her drum kits, so we found ourselves sitting on her bed together, drinking beer and watching videos on Val’s computer.
For the first two hours after we got there, Val wouldn’t shut up about how exciting it was to see me perform, and how incredible I was for getting second place. I had a stupid grin on my face every time she mentioned it, the weight of the medal on my chest making me beam with pride.
I showed her some footage from Olympic games, videos that I’ve seen so often that they were practically etched in my mind.
“Whoa!” Val exclaimed, after watching Nadia Comaneci get her first perfect score at the bars. “How old is she in this?” she asked me.
“She was fourteen,” I told her.
“Do they really let people compete at that age?”
“Not anymore. You have to be sixteen or almost, nowadays.”
“When did you start, Gigi?” she looked at me intently.
“I was seventeen on my first competition. I fell from the beam and had a bad landing on the floor event. Got last place.”
“Ouch…” Valerie smirked and averted her gaze. “Now I feel bad for asking.”
I laughed. “It doesn’t bother me anymore. I told myself that I just had to keep trying harder until the day I brought home a medal. Well, I may not be home, right now, but…” I took the silver medal on my hands and stared at it. It glistened.
Then Valerie surprised me, jump-hugging me and making me fall on my back on the bed.
“Val?!” I exclaimed, astounded.
She was laughing, and hugging me really tightly. “Hey,” she said, pulling back to look me in the eyes. “You’re incredible, did you know that?”
I blushed. She really had the most beautiful eyes known to humankind.
“So are you,” I told her.
We kissed again, passionately, caringly.
“God, I’ve missed you,” I heard Val say.
I felt a warmth spreading inside my chest. Had she, really? I stroke her hair with my fingers, gently feeling the texture of it until my fingers brushed her ear. She flinched, and retreated for a moment, hiding her left ear with both hands.
“Err… sorry?” I said, tentatively. Did I hurt her or something? I barely touched her ear.
“Oh, it’s…” Valerie shifted around on top of me, awkwardly. “I just… have sensitive ears, you know. But it’s okay, I… You can touch them. I want you to.”
Valerie tied her hair up in a ponytail, exposing her ears. I sat up, still uncertain about that whole situation, and raised one hand a little, but put it back down the second later. “I shouldn’t,” I told her.
She smiled at me. “It’s okay,” she whispered, before taking my hand in hers, and slowly guiding it up to her face. I caressed her cheeks, causing a smile to creep on her lips. Then I moved my fingers a little further back, and began to feel the shape of Valerie’s left ear. The girl tensed up, a bit, closed her eyes and bit one side of her lower lip. Then I heard her moan, and I began to understand exactly what “sensitive ears” meant in that case.
I brought my body closer to hers, and touched her lips with mine. It’s like she was in a sensual sort of trance, from having her left ear touched.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I whispered in her right ear. She just nodded slightly, before I began to kiss her and feel her body with my hands. Every once in a while, as I caressed her face, I allowed my fingernails to brush her ears, giving her a jolt of pleasure. I began to kiss her neck, then her chest, and fondled her breasts. It really helped that we weren’t drunk like last time. I could focus on every moment, every action. Watching Valerie’s reactions to my touches was exhilarating.
She pushed me down again, kissing me fervently while bringing my arms above my head. Then I felt something cold wrap itself around my right wrist, and heard a metallic click, before I realized I had just been handcuffed to the bed frame. I opened my eyes, shocked, and saw Valerie back away from our kiss with a devious smile on her lips.
“I think you’ve forgotten, Gigi,” she told me with malice. Then she leaned closer and whispered in my ear: “I give the orders around here.”
That made me laugh. “Bitch,” I called, and saw her grinning back to me. She cupped my face with her hands.
“My, what a dirty mouth you have, Gigi dearest. I suppose I'll have to teach you a lesson... But first...” she leaned closer to me, and stared into my eyes. “...tell me if you want me to stop, okay? Promise me that.”
I nodded. “All right, I promise.”
Val smiled, pulled back my hair, and bit my earlobe. And just like that, our night together began.
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