Chapter 117

“I was thinking I’d take Freja out for breakfast in the morning, and then I’ll bring her to the uni via the bus,” she mentioned. “Does that work for you, big man?”

“Works for me. You two enjoy yourselves.”

We exchanged expressions of love and then I saved the video recording of the Skype session before closing my laptop and turning out the light. I was asleep within seconds, dreaming of my beloved Alexa and the life I wanted us to have together.

***

I didn’t need to pick the girls up, so after a leisurely breakfast with mom and dad, I headed over to the campus and sank my teeth into my work. Alexa and I had previously taken care of the comparatively easy piles of papers, dealing with Indo-European languages, meaning that now we were tackling smaller projects that required a lot more attention to detail, because we were not as familiar with the subject matter.

There are five hundred and twenty-one ethnic groups in Nigeria alone, and many different languages. I could feel my brain throbbing and started organizing them under general headings of Hausa, Yoruba and Igbo groups. It might not be completely accurate, but it was a starting place. I had done the same thing with Mongol and Turkic languages earlier, lumping Kazakh, Kyrgyz, Uzbeki and Uhlan into a general group to be filtered later. Just eliminating the haphazard piles in and of themselves was significant progress, because Basque and Hausa don’t share a language group, any more than Wu Chinese and Proto-Hittite do.

The girls kept me informed of their movements, taking them time to send me naughty pictures and videos along the way. She shared a toilet stall in the café they had breakfast in, with Freja taking a picture from above as she sat on Alexa’s lap in the cramped stall, not a stitch of clothing on either of them. Then there was a close-up video of their pussies squished together while they peed against one another, giggling the whole time like five year-olds.

They were both wearing dresses, exposing themselves to one another for pictures while on the bus- there was a wonderful pic of Alexa making an ‘oops!’ face with her hand to her cheek and her eyes wide as she lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her smooth pussy, sans panties. Another showed Freja splaying out across her seats, legs wide and fingering herself.

Then Alexa had her face right next to Freja’s exposed breast, her tongue sticking out to almost touch the nipple. These two were insane together. I loved it. I was so happy that Freja was back in Alexa’s life.

At some point, they shifted to the back of the empty bus, where the seats were facing forward. Alexa was hunkered down in the seat and had pulled the skirt of her dress up. Freja was kneeling between her legs and lapping at her pussy quietly, while Alex stifled moans and recorded the event. Then another video of their pussies slithering together while they whispered to one another, still in the seat of the bus.

Half an hour later, they sent me a video from the center of the hedge maze on the campus, lying on the lush grass, making out and fingering one another. I rolled my eyes and went back to my work, knowing they’d be here soon. Sure enough, I heard them in the hallway, talking and giggling before piling through the door and into the Languages Faculty office, arms around one another’s waist. Alexa let go of Freja and came over to me, throwing her arms around me and kissing me deeply.

“Mmmm, God, I’ve missed you…” she murmured through the kiss.

“We haven’t even been apart for twelve hours,” I chuckled. “And I’m assuming Freja took good care of you. Hell, I know she did.”

“She took very good care of me, my love,” Alexa purred, ending the kiss and resting her forehead against mine, her eyes closed. “But she knows it’s you I’m totally in love with and being away from you is a special kind of torment, even when I’m with her.”

“And I would never begrudge my beloved Alexa any happiness,” Freja said cheerfully, approaching us and giving us both a hug. “We have meant too much to one another for too long to be selfish in our love.”

Alexa looked up at me and smiled. “Are you sure you don’t need my help? I feel bad for dumping all this on you while I go galivanting around with this cheap Danish whore and have fun.”

“I’m not that cheap.” Freja sniffed.

“You once fucked a guy for his kringle pastry,” Alexa countered, turning her head to look at her pointedly. “That thing cost him less than two Euros. Meaning, by dint of logic, that your cunt can be had for two Euros.”

“Okay, okay, I’m cheap,” Freja sighed, trying to sound put upon. “But they say the best things in life are free, ja?”

We all laughed and I told Alexa that I didn’t mind one bit, especially since they kept sending me naughty updates of the misbehaviour.

“Hey, guys,” Jeanie said as she sauntered in the door. “I was just milling about near the campus and thought I’d check and see if my two favourite flunkies were- oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had company.”

“No intrusion,” Alexa replied, walking over and giving our air-headed associate a hug. “I should make introductions…”

She brought Jeanie into the room to join us. “Jeanie, this is my very best friend, her name is Freja. She’s from Roskilde, Denmark. Freja, Jeanie is a student here at the university with Alex and I and we’ve become good friends with her.”

“Oh, uh… hi…” Jeanine said somewhat awkwardly, holding out her hand and looking at Freja. The look on her face was unusual.

“Hello…” Freja said in a quiet voice, taking the proffered hand. They didn’t shake, they just stopped at the clasping part and stared at one another. There was a rather pregnant silence that followed. Alexa and I just looked on curiously as they said nothing. She tilted her head slightly, as if she couldn’t figure out what was happening.

Jeanie stared at Freja, her free hand coming up to play somewhat nervously with a lock of her hair. My eyes flicked down and I could see a gentle increase in the pressure of their hands clasping. Their thumbs were moving almost imperceptibly in a micro-caress.

Freja bit her bottom lip, as if she was struggling to say something. Her eyes never left Jeanie’s. This was really weird. And given the last few months I’d had, that was saying something.

Finally, Freja took a breath and spoke, her quiet voice still sounding incredibly loud in the silent office.

“I do not wish to sound forward,” she began, her voice hesitant. “But would you perhaps like to go somewhere and fuck?”

“Oh, GOD, YES!” Jeanie exclaimed loudly and with relief, whirling around and heading straight for the door, pulling Freja with her by the hand she hadn’t let go of. The Danish girl turned to us as she followed Jeanie and waved hastily before she disappeared. I was still staring in disbelief while Alexa let her head drop and chuckled.

“Even I didn’t see that coming,” she mused. “It never even occurred to me, but now it’s as plain and daylight.”

“What is?” I asked.

“Let’s do some work for about half an hour and then I’ll show you,” she said cheerfully as she took my hand and led me back to the work area. “This is gonna be fun.”

“Why half an hour?” I queried, probably sounding dumber than a rock.

“Because I know Freja. Just trust me on this. Now what are you working on and where would I be the most help with what you’ve started?”

And back to the African languages struggle I went.

***

“Okay, it’s been half an hour, where are we headed?” I asked as I walked arm-in-arm with Alexa, who was smirking while we walked down a hallway on the lower level of the main campus building.

“The big gym,” she said casually. “Specifically, to one of the equipment rooms, where they keep all the gymnastics mats.”

“Because…” I continued, trying to lead her to the answer.

“Because it’s Jeanie’s favourite place to have sex on the entire campus,” she said simply. “So she took Freja there.”

“Why half an hour, might one inquire?”

“Whenever Freja meets a girl she wants to impress or has major lust for, she has a certain sexual routine she initiates and it lasts almost exactly half an hour. I know this for a fact, I’ve seen her do it countless times and had it done to me so she can practice it. I call it the Geno 52-Chilead Maneuver.”

“What the Hell does that mean?” I asked, making a wry face.

“Nothing at all, it just sounds impressive,” she giggled. “And the name needs to be, based on what Freja’s about to do to Jeanie.”

I just shook my head and kept walking with her. She put her hand on top of mine as we walked, smiling to herself and humming lightly. Before long, we saw the big double doors that led to the main gymnasium. As we approached, we could hear sounds coming from the other side, even though they were closed. I could make out moaning and panting now.