Reunited After 25 Years 8: Making Love For the First Time

Andrea was on her third White Russian and was beginning to feel pleasantly giddy. Anton was drinking shots of straight vodka and seemed totally unaffected. He offered her a taste. She took a tiny sip and grimaced and shuddered. He burst out laughing.

"What kind of music is that?" she asked. Anton was playing a CD.

"Balalaika music. It reminds me of my home, my family."

"What's a balalaika?"

"I will show you." Anton left the room and returned with an instrument Andrea had never seen before.

"Wow." Andrea took the balalaika in her hands and looked at it. It was perfectly triangular and had just three strings. "Do you know how to play it?"

"Of course. I've been playing it since I was a little boy." Anton grinned. "Would you like me to play for you?"

"Sure."

He played a simple tune for her.

"That was very nice," she said. "I've always loved music in a minor key."

"It is a lullaby," Anton told her. "I used to sing it to Dasha when she was a little girl."

Something in the combination of the White Russians and the balalaika music put Andrea in a pensive mood.

"Is something wrong, Andrea?"

Andrea quickly shook her head. "It's just that...I can't help but wonder what it would be like to make love to you." She blushed madly and couldn't look him in the eye.

She felt him lift her and carry her gently to his bed. He began to kiss her lips, gradually becoming more ardent, until she felt his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. She felt an electric thrill go through her body. Nobody had kissed her like that since Dennis.

At the same time he began to remove her clothing. Eagerly she grabbed for his belt.

"No, no," he murmured, moving away slightly. "Nice things will happen, but you have to be patient."

"Sorry."

"No reason to be sorry at all," he said brightly. He removed her shirt, then unfastened her bra and removed that as well. Then he used his fingers and his mouth to stimulate her until she was fairly dizzy with passion and longing. She began to moan softly as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He stopped only long enough to remove his own shirt, then returned to kissing her, slowly making his way downward, until he suddenly tugged both her pants and her panties off in one fluid motion. She gasped in shock and delight as he gently spread her legs and began to use his lips and tongue to stimulate her most intimate parts. She came almost immediately, gasping and thrashing and crying out.

She was so caught up in the ecstasy of the moment that she didn't even noticed that he had finished undressing himself until he was already inside her, plunging into her and stimulating her with his fingers at the same time. She came again and from the sound of his breathing thought that he was right behind her, when he suddenly pulled out and let it happen on her abdomen instead.

"I did not want to make you pregnant," he said apologetically. "I will come right back."

He returned momentarily with a warm, wet washcloth, which he used to wipe her abdomen ever so gently. Andrea lay motionless, enjoying the sensation of warmth. A moment later she felt him lie beside her in the bed.

"Come here, Andrea. I want to hold you," he murmured. She snuggled up to him, and he put his arms around her and held her tightly. Andrea felt very peaceful and a little bit drowsy.

"My God, you are so good," she told him. "How did you ever get to be so good?"

He chuckled. "Not going to tell you."

Andrea felt the muscles of her stomach tighten and wondered whether she had just made a serious mistake.

"You're the first man I've been with like that since Dennis died." She wasn't sure why she found it necessary to share that with him.

"You are the first woman I made love to since Nadya died." Relief washed over her. She wanted to stay right there beside him more than she'd ever wanted anything else before.

"I cannot leave you again, Andrea," he said gently. "I had to leave you one time. But never again."

"That wasn't your fault." She began to cry softly. Tenderly he kissed her tears away. "No, darling, please don't cry."

"I love you, Anton."'

"I love you too, dearest Andrea." She heard the smile in his voice. "I wanted to tell you for the longest time but I was afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"Afraid that you would think I am too bold."

"I wouldn't have thought that, Anton."

"Well, it is all right now." He laughed. "We both said it, so the next time will be easier, yes?"

"I love you." There was a hint of merriment in her voice.

"I love you, too." His voice matched her own. "See, that time was easier, right?"

They both laughed. She felt as if something had finally clicked into place.

"I will stay this time," Anton continued. "No matter what I have to do, how hard it is, or how long it takes. I will find a job, find an apartment, even a car. I won't give my Andrea up again, ever."

She fell asleep cuddled in his arms, a deep, contented sleep in which there were no bad dreams.