Janette Klein SeXStoRY

The author kindly advises that this story and its characters are entirely fictitious. It contains descriptions of exhibitionism, lesbian sex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old. Janette Klein (A young voyeur gets help from a bisexual girl to arrange a lesbian tryst between two heterosexual colleagues.) Winter. It’s cold and snowing outside, just as the weather bureau predicted. I’m in front of the closed white balcony doors on the first floor. I stare at the snowdrifts, the bare trees and dirty cars with their smoking exhausts, plowing through the grey sludge on the narrow road below. People, in winter coats and scarves, enter the chemist store on the opposite side. It’s late November. Christmas is around the corner. Tinsel is popping up everywhere. I feel tired, downbeat. I just needed to get away from my Mac for a moment. My eyes are hurting, my brain exhausted. Too many projects, meetings, concepts, deadlines. Hmmm? Oh, yes, I’m sorry. My name is Jonas Decker, Art Director at a small Frankfurt ad agency. I’m twenty-nine years old, university educated, dark brown half long hair, tall and slender, broad shoulders, habitually dressed in black skivvies. The agency is a small one, only ten people. Situated in an older, but well-maintained inner city building on the first floor. The reception and offices are small, but not too small. All white walls with stucco high ceilings, furnished with modern, light grey custom-made desks. Up to three people occupy each room, depending on whether they are management, creative or production. I share my office with a young, female, inexperienced copywriter. She joined the agency only recently. Not ideal, but more about that later. I’ll be brutally honest about myself; I’m here now just over a year but can’t wait to leave. This place is too stale. I’m talented. I’m a good creative and communicator with a funny bone. I’m a nice person, but I’m a loner, because of past circumstances. Never had a girlfriend. Girls sometimes ask me out but I turn them all down. I don’t go out. I don’t do well with people beyond business. I don’t connect. They’re alien to me. I haven’t found my place yet in this world. I’m still ‘searching’. I don’t have a sex life. It’s too much of an effort. A wank-a-week takes care of it. I’m trapped in that pattern. Lack of confidence. Severe lack of skills. No motivation. As I said, I’ll be brutally honest. God, look at that snow coming down. “Jonas, hello, Earth to Jonas…” I turn around. I look into a slim smiling face. Perfect teeth. “Hmmm?? Oh, sorry Janette. I was in thoughts. Didn’t hear you. I was far away.” Janette Klein. The copywriter I told you about. Just came back from the kitchen with two coffees. We’re working on some concepts today. She’s only new at it. I do 80% of the work; she does the rest. She tries to take credit for the whole job in front of the boss. I don’t care. In a few months I will resign. They’ll find out about her abilities when I’m gone. You’ve got to give it to her though; she is elegant and stylish. She’s twenty-two, has long straight auburn hair, is of medium height, slim, almost skinny figure with a lovely small bottom in her nicely fitted jeans, has an engaging toothy white smile. Wears elegant designer clothes, bought only during sales. She’s not silly. But definitely haughty and snobbish with her long manicured fingers, pearl earrings and aloof behavior. She has a boyfriend. Accountant. They all here secretly desire her. How much, I found out two days ago. I got a courtesy call from an acquaintance. Tina is a freelancer. I worked with her at an agency in Munich. She is a bisexual girl. Slim, average height, with short curly black hair, a masculine face and brooding eyes. Gosh, those eyes; …they make me shiver. After Tina’s call I went down the hallway to see the production manager, who had her own office. Fraucke Hoffmann is a medium height sandy blonde, early thirties, reasonably attractive with a slight tummy, dressed in jeans and a white shirt. She is a down-to-earth professional, intelligent, reserved, with a pleasant smile and open mind. I spoke to her about a project-in-progress. I then told her about the call I got from Tina. Her eyes betrayed her curiosity when I mentioned Tina’s penchant for girls. I was in a reckless mood. I asked her if she’d ever done it with a girl, or thought about it. She paused for a moment, shyly smiled, and said that she had never done it but would be open to it with the right girl. We left it at that and I returned to my desk. Janette wasn’t there and I continued my work. A while later Fraucke entered the room. Our previous talk had sparked something. “You know Jonas,” she said with a hesitant smile; “I’d probably be willing to do it with, say, someone like Janette…” Her words surprised me. I didn’t think she was that kind of girl. I apparently had stirred something under that respectable veneer. The next day, during a short coffee break in the small kitchen, she moved past me and discretely touched my hand with her fingers. I understood that gesture. I knew Fraucke had a boyfriend. Our conversation the other day had touched upon one of her secret erotic desires. If I could organize it she would be ready to participate… That sparked the idea; to get Janette and Fraucke together; naked, intertwined, grinding, fucking. I would hire a luxury hotel room. Provide music and install red light. I’m a visual person. I like creative concepts, details. I like to watch. I’m away from the window and back in front of my Mac. Janette is at her desk, opposite me, working on her copy lines. My eyes wander to her fingers, her hair, her face, her lips. I try to focus as I face my Mac and write an email to Tina. I explain the situation, the plan, the problem, and possible solution. I ask her for advice, and something I can use to slowly seduce Janette. Tina Kaiser’s perspective: Hmmm? Oh yes, …yes I remember. I called Jonas Decker in Frankfurt a while ago. You know, I’m a freelancer. I create small banners and gadgets for sites and mobiles. So I have to stay in touch with agencies. It’s all about contacts. Yes, I got this email from Jonas. Bit of a surprise, pleasant one, that is. I mean, the content. Jonas Decker, wow. He’s a loner isn’t he? I never thought he would be into that kind of erotic stuff…an unexpected side of him…pretty cool. I don’t know what Jonas told you about me, but, eh, …if I’m not busy working I am pursuing …other things... How shall I put it; I go to certain parties, clubs, …to find certain people, …guys, girls, couples. I am a very, eh, well, …sexual… girl. I think Jonas sensed that somehow. It’s good that he sent me an email. Gives me time to think and read it again. I’ll call him tonight, away from work, on his mobile phone. 9pm. Dialing. “Oh, Jonas? Yeah, it’s Tina here. I got your email. Wow, that was interesting what you wrote there. Very unusual topic for you to come up with. I eh, I thought about it. Yes, yes I met Fraucke; I did some jobs for her a while ago. Wouldn’t mind meeting that new girl Janette myself. Maybe I could be a part of the mix. You know ,eh, I have time…I’ll make time. I’ll come over if you want me to… What? Well, Jonas, let’s do it like this; I’ll email you a photo of me and write down some thoughts. First, tell her about me. Then, after a while, show her the photo. Go slow. Ask her if she has ever done it with a girl. Would she consider it? Don’t push. Let her mind do the work. I could come over on Friday. It’s only a few hours by train. I would stay at your hotel and be back late on Saturday. We could go for Friday late drinks, then straight to the room. I’ll try to gently persuade her. Then I get Fraucke into it. What? Sure Jonas, yes, my pleasure, especially with this. Yes, see you on Friday.” Janette Klein’s perspective: Friday 8am. Packed train, snow and ice outside. The landscape flies past. My third week at the agency. Client meeting yesterday morning went well. I was nervous, felt this pit in my stomach. Thank God Jonas did all the talking. He knew what to do. I see him look at me at times. He’ll probably think I’m incompetent, stand offish, a snob... It’s just my little ‘mask’ I hide behind… Gosh, it’s cold, even in the train. My hands are freezing. I should have worn gloves. Good that I am wearing my jeans and a sweater over my white shirt. I love this cashmere overcoat… I wonder why Jonas told me yesterday about this freelance girl. What was her name again? Can’t remember. He said that she was, wait for it, …bisexual… and was into girls. He ‘intranet’ me her picture, even asked me if I liked what I saw. I did actually. He wanted to know if I had ever thought of doing it with a girl… it was so shocking, inappropriate, a totally different side of him. He sounded like a pervert. I felt embarrassed, I blushed, I laughed it off, dismissed it. My ‘mask’… But why do I still think about it… I’ve never done it with a female. I’m into guys, but I guess I have always been secretly open to it. I suppose we all have this hidden side. Just the thought makes me nervous. It’s kind of wild, exciting. Jonas said she’s coming in this afternoon to talk about a project. What will she be like? What if I like her, or she likes me, tries to hit on me in front of Jonas…what will I do? …Gosh, this is my station. The doors are already open. Quickly! I’m so in thoughts I almost missed it. Look at all that snow coming down. Good thing the agency is only a ten-minute walk away… Fraucke Hoffmann’s perspective: 10am Friday morning. Jonas has just come into my room. We talk about a few project deadlines. He tells me Tina will be in around 3pm. It reminds me of last week. The lesbian thing he talked about. It is still creating havoc in my mind. It even distracts me from my work. Earlier in the week I had dropped my little hints that I would be willing, available, if the opportunity arose with Janette. “Is she visiting because of a project,” I ask. “No,” Jonas replies; “She will be trying to …seduce… Janette, …for you.” I look at him speechless, with shocked eyes. This is actually it. It suddenly becomes reality. “You mean you’re actually going through with this…oh my God…” He looks at me with intent; “If you see Tina going into the room, join her. Shortly after I will leave. Follow her hints; she will take the lead… I’ll organize a hotel room for this evening if it works. Tell your boyfriend you’ll be late; late Friday agency drinks.” I am just nodding. I am shaking like a leaf. The sexual tension hits me like a fever. Around 3pm I am in the kitchen, making coffee. I notice Tina coming through the front door. She’s dressed in a dark two-piece, tailored suit with a white shirt. She leaves her overnight bag at the reception and goes down the corridor, into Jonas’ room. I take a deep breath, gather my courage and go slowly down the hallway towards the same door. I glance at the receptionist. She’s completely oblivious to what’s about to happen. My heart races, I tremble as I turn the door handle. I see Tina and Janette, leaning against the wall on the left hand side of the room. Jonas sits behind his desk; “Fraucke, you remember Tina…” We both nod and say ‘hello’. A hint of a smile flashes across her face; she detects my nervousness. Jonas deliberately leaves the room with some papers. I move to the far corner, out of the way, and observe how Tina weaves her magic. She looks confident, slightly masculine in her suit. Her white shirts’ high collar fits neatly under her short black curly hair. She wears a flashy gold chain around her neck and something matching on her wrist. It all comes together with her light tan and mesmerizing erotic eyes. She inches closer to Janette, who lowers her eyes and blushes. I follow Tina’s subtle fingers, touching her arm, her hair, caressing her face. They talk softly, they whisper, smile… Janette glances at me; Tina tells her not to worry, to ignore me. She re-establishes eye contact. She brings her mouth closer to Janette’s. Their lips touch. Watching it makes my heart jump. Janette doesn’t resist. Slowly their kissing gathers speed, turns more luscious, intense, as Tina keeps up the momentum. It’s almost getting frantic, the way they’re pressing their open mouths onto each other. While kissing, I see a subtle gesture of her hand. I slowly move out of my corner, closer, then leaning against the wall right next to them. Janette looks flustered. The kissing stops, she looks at me, aroused, confused. “Just kiss her Janette, it’s the same thing as with me. Just kiss her…” I hear Tina’s encouraging whispers as I take the initiative. Janette closes her eyes. Our lips lock into each other. “Wow” is the only word my brain can come up with. I thought this could never happen between me and her. Now I feel her soft lips, I taste her saliva, her breath. My tongue slides over her perfect teeth. I marvel at what’s happening, I lose myself in the moment. My hand gently slides up her neck and behind her head as the kissing intensifies. Our open mouths meet squarely, our tongues are dancing. Janette slowly pulls out as Tina whispers in her ear. It’s about this evening. About calling her boyfriend with an excuse for being late. About meeting in a hotel room tonight. It’s about hot lesbian sex. I taste her lips one last time before leaving the room. Down the hallway Jonas is waiting. I meet him in the kitchen. He senses my mood. It’s ‘on’ tonight. I go back to my office and close the door. I can’t work right now. The prospect of being naked with Janette and Tina is making me restless. I squeeze my legs together, trying to control the twitching. I’m so worked up I’m shivering. There’s a knock on the door. Tina. She feels my anxiety. I get up from behind my desk. In the state I am, she can do whatever she wants with me. She pins me against the wall and plants her mouth squarely on mine. Her hand runs through my messed up hair, touching my breasts, feeling my sensitive crotch. My hand roams through her black short curls. We kiss like crazy, sucking and eating each others’ mouths. We are both hungry, but need to come up for air. “I take the lead tonight,” I hear her whisper. “Watch me, I’ll give you a sign when you need to take over. We can’t give her a break; she would change her mind and bolt… Jonas organizes the details. He will be there, in the darkness, at the back of the room. Watching.” Janette Klein’s perspective: Fifth floor, room 523. The sliding doors close. I feel the elevator accelerating. Hmm, I was so nervous today. Was not sure what to expect, but really curious what Tina would be like. Jonas was right about her eyes; very hot and brooding indeed. She is so comfortable to be with, so sexy. I noticed she really wanted to kiss me. She coaxed me slowly into it. It helped that Jonas left the room. I was unsure about Fraucke; what was she doing, watching us from the far corner. Then suddenly she was next to me. I never thought about kissing her; she’s not my type. But after Tina it felt so natural. Touching Fraucke’s hair, her face, her lips. Our tongues tasting each other. I wasn’t sure about the hotel room idea though… We first went to the agency’s regular Friday café. It was great to relax at the end of a hectic week. After a few drinks, and chatting with Fraucke and Tina, I felt more at ease. Afterwards, outside, Tina took my hand. Further down the road she led me into a portico. She f***ed her mouth onto mine. I somehow expected it though. I tried to keep up with her. She took control as we both frantically kissed. Suddenly a jolt ran through my body as I felt her hand underneath my cashmere coat, squeezing my breasts through my sweater. I was out of breath. I took a break from kissing her. I held her tight as I felt her hand running down my midriff, groping me through my jeans, pushing in between my legs. Aroused, dazed, I looked over her shoulder only to lock eyes with Fraucke, standing behind her. We both read the lust in each other’s faces. I felt Tina’s lips traveling up my neck. She whispered to me about the hotel down the road. I feel the elevator slowing down. There’s our floor, and our number. Tina has the keycard. Hmm, nice suite, very large, dark, luxurious, red light, background music. I recognize it; ‘Cleopatra in New York’, sounds a bit Arabic. The arousal. The anticipation. I am shaking as my overcoat drops onto the floor. I take off my sweater. Tina and I continue where we left off. Intertwined we slide on the bed. Our legs entangle themselves; our writhing bodies push into each other. Our kissing grows more intense. I feel her hand sliding down again. My throbbing slit is so wet, so sensitive. She’s only making it worse. I moan. I shiver. I close my eyes. The single small light colors everything red. The walls, the bed, our faces. Gone is the aloof attitude, Gone is my ‘mask’. I’ve decided that I want this. My body craves it, demands it. I’m ready and yes, …very willing. I open my skinny legs wider. I feel a breath on my neck. I feel lips and fingers. Someone is behind me. As I turn to look, another set of lips presses onto my mine. I recognize Fraucke’s taste. Our mouths lock into each other, our hands are roaming. I press myself against her. We both moan with our eyes closed as we grind up against each other under the red light. I feel Tina’s hands taking off my shoes and socks, opening up my jeans and sliding it down together with my small white panties. The cool air on my skin makes me aware of my nakedness from the waste down while I’m wildly rubbing myself up against Fraucke. I open up my slim legs as wide as possible, exposing my most private parts to Tina. Jonas Decker’s perspective: God, great viewing. It’s now around 10.15pm and they’re still delving into each other. Janette is turning out to be such a hot fucker. Hmmm? Well, sorry, it’s almost over. Too late, you missed it. How did it go? Pretty good I would say. I guess it’s all about details, isn’t it… Moving the bed in the corner near the door, the red light, with the rest of the suite in semi-darkness, …that concept worked well. It’s all about erotic intimacy… Look, as soon as I heard that Tina was making progress I rang the hotel and decided to book a suite for two nights. A suite means more space. The girls went to the agency’s café for drinks while I took Tina’s bag and checked in. I moved the queen-sized bed closer to the door, took all the light bulbs out and put in a single red one on the bedside table. I organized some champagne. I placed Tina’s bag near the bed so she could easily find it. So I had the thing organized by the time they came in. I was relaxing on the lounge in the semi-darkness, you know, one of those large, light grey, modern lounges… …very…comfortable. It was quite exciting when Tina slowly slid off Janette’s jeans and panties. I always wanted to see what she looked like between her legs. She had coaxed Fraucke in and extracted herself from the bed. I was surprised as she came towards me. She knew I was somewhere here on the lounge. It took time for her eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness. “Gosh, Jonas, this is wild,” she whispered hoarsely. “I definitely owe you one, this is just awesome…” Incredible just how worked up and disheveled she already was. Her arousal was palpable. I had never seen my freelance colleague like this before. Tina gazed in my direction as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. My eyes followed her fingers as she opened up her pants in front of me. “Watch me strip, Jonas. Watch me get stark naked in front of you…” Her words were barely audible. She slightly turned around, glancing at the writhing bodies on the bed under the red light. I saw in the red glow how she slowly unclipped her small black panties. She was in front of me, naked, horny. With her gaze fixated on the bed, her fingers were prodding into her short black pubic hair, frantically rubbing her itching clit. She moved back to the bed. Janette and Fraucke were all over each other. Tina joined them and slowly pushed Janette’s skinny legs wide apart. She got a close-up look at Janette’s moist, sensitive genitals. Her fingers delicately touched her small precious slit and lovely firm dark-edged pussy lips. Neatly trimmed strips of dark pubic hair surrounded her opening. Janette’s body jolted; she let out a small squeal as she felt Tina’s lips sucking on the soft skin around her vagina. Tina’s mouth enclosed her red open slit, a hot tongue pushed deep inside, sliding past the edges, flicking her throbbing clit. She raised her midriff as she felt fingers exploring the open space in between her small hard buttocks. Fingers that were pushing slowly into her button, breaching the ring, prodding inside her anus. The scene captivated Fraucke as she got off the bed. This was the young colleague she wanted to touch, kiss and fuck, whose body she wanted to taste for a long time. She never thought it would happen. An impossible lesbian dream. Thanks to Jonas her dream had become reality. She slowly unbuttoned her pants. Her hand slid down, her fingers reached into her panties. She frantically masturbated. She stared at Janette’s blushing, panting face and her trembling body as Tina molested her. Her tongue skillfully explored the full length of Janette’s wide-open crotch, licking and sucking every inch of her private parts. From my couch I saw Fraucke hotly fingering herself, naked in the sparse red light, then re-joining the pair on the bed. She went straight in between Janette’s legs, taking over from Tina who was removing the girls’ remaining clothes. I slowly got up from the couch. I was trying to get a more detailed view of the naked bodies and wild fucking. In the semi-darkness I came closer and leaned against the back wall, only six foot away from the bed. The girls didn’t notice. They were in a world of their own. Fraucke had taken hold of one of Janette’s slim legs and held it in a vertical position. She scissored her own legs around it and started pushing her genitals deep into Janette’s. I saw from nearby how she rode the girl’s crotch, how she loved it, squealed and threw her head back in ecstasy. I saw the concentration in her blushing, breathless face. I heard her muffled sounds as she ground her blond pubic hair into Janette’s frothing slit. At the same time Tina planted her stretched out arms against the back wall. She squatted deeply and arched her back as she lowered her crotch over Janette’s face. She gasped as she felt Janette’s fingers roaming in between her buttocks and through her short black pubic hair. Fingers opened up her dark pussy lips, a hot tongue slid inside. I gazed at Tina, while leaning like a shadow against the back wall. Her body trembled and stiffened up. She threw her black curls backwards, closed her eyes and groaned loudly as she came. Then her lust filled eyes met mine. She smiled, licked her lips and reveled in displaying herself for me like that, naked and fucking. Later in the evening I saw how she, in a selfless way, was trying to set things up for Fraucke. Janette got on her feet with her shoulders against the back wall. Wobbly, unstable after Fraucke’s intense tribbing, she leaned backwards, arched her slim body and pushed her midriff forward. Tina raised one of Janette’s legs. Fraucke understood. She kneeled in front of her, pushed Janette’s leg further up and lusciously planted her open mouth over the wide space in Janette’s red crotch. Tina’s hands where all over Janette’s naked body. Hands that groped, squeezed and pinched her supple meat and her sore red nipples. The punishment from two sides made Janette squirm. She arched her back as she felt Fraucke’s warm mouth and tongue sliding over her slit. Fraucke’s face slid down, burying itself in between Janette’s small buttocks, a tongue finding its way around her anus. Her molested body contorted in the red glow. Tina’s brooding eyes gazed at me as her lips latched onto Janette’s hard nipples. Squeals mixed with the sounds of ‘Cleopatra in New York’. Fraucke and Tina latched onto her deliciously writhing flesh as she shrieked and shuddered. The intense experience exhausted us all, including me. I leaned with my back against the wall, only meters from the messed-up bed. Fraucke and Janette had fallen into each other’s arms. I watched them slowly kiss and grope each other as Tina slid off the bed and pulled something out of her overnight bag. She was stark naked and sweaty as she slowly approached me. In her hand she held a harness with a large black dildo. She gazed at me with those captivating eyes as she tightened the black leather straps around her waist. The tight strap at the back, running into her crotch, pushed her hard, glistening buttocks apart. She slowly turned and mounted the bed. The long, thick, black dildo swayed heavily between her legs. Janette and Fraucke had moved into a sixty-nine position on the side, their faces in between each other’s wide-open legs. I heard faint sounds coming from Janette’s face, buried deep into Fraucke’s blond pubic hair, sucking and licking her wet opening. Fraucke slowly looked up, her face covered in Janette’s wetness. Her fingers carefully pushed Janette’s dark pussy lips apart as Tina placed the tip of her long black dildo between Janette’s wide-open legs. Janette gasped; her wet face lifted itself from in between Fraucke’s legs as she tried to accommodate the long black rod, pushing into her twitching slit, forcing itself deeper and deeper inside her bowels. She felt the hard object, touching and rubbing her cavity walls. The ribbed profile sent shockwaves through her body as it rasped her swollen clit. Tina slowly upped the tempo. I studied her hot face, her open mouth, her closed eyes. I admired her shiny muscular back as it glistened in the red glow. She slapped Janette’s arse cheeks and jammed two fingers into her anus. The massive stimulation of her clit and her insides slowly got too much. I was by now only three feet away from the edge of the bed. The girls were in their own red light zone. Janette couldn’t stand it anymore. She moved away towards the bed’s headboard. Desperately she clung against the back wall, but Tina was quickly behind her. She pushed Janette’s slim legs wide apart and, from underneath, unceremoniously jammed her long black dildo straight up her bright red hole. Tina frantically moved her hips as she fucked Janette’s throbbing body. I was now next to the bed. I roughly grabbed Janette’s hair, turned her head and looked deep into her eyes. “Is that you Jonas, Is that you?” she breathed. “Look at me Jonas, watch me fuck…” She sounded far, far away. Her body shook under the impact of Tina’s wild fucking. Janette’s slit clung tightly around the fast moving dildo. A slight froth lubricated the dildo’s surface. As in a trance Tina kept on going. I let go of Janette and watched her body stiffen up. Spasms contorted her writhing flesh. Exhausted, they both soon fell backwards on the bed, the long dildo slowly sliding out Janette’s throbbing bright red slit. I retreated back into the shadows. I moved around to get a better angle as Tina mounted Fraucke from behind in what would prove to be the last act of the night. I watched Tina’s buttocks squeeze together as she feverishly jammed her long strapon dildo deep inside Fraucke’s shaking body. Janette offered her horny flesh one last time, to be groped, licked and fingered by the girls at will. The black long dildo prodding the walls inside Fraucke, menacing her clit, drove her to the edge. “Look at me Jonas, oh, God, look at me come…” All the time she had been very aware of my presence. She had gotten used to the situation and now loved being naked and performing in front of me. I watched her body buckle under the chemicals flooding her brain. When Tina pulled out she squealed and writhed. She thrashed around, rubbing her twitching pussy as liquid shot out of her red-hot slit. Janette Klein’s perspective: Snow. I’m so over it. It’s dark and cold. Where is spring? I raise my scarf and dive deeper into my cashmere coat. It’s Wednesday 6pm, two weeks to Christmas. Platform 6, train home due in 5 min. My first lesbian sex was three weeks ago. I’m still buzzing thinking about it. An elegant, stylish girl like me in a lesbian threesome... I smile. We quickly showered and were barely able to leave the hotel. I couldn’t walk properly for two days straight. My boyfriend doesn’t know. I lied. Friday night agency drinks…good excuse. The next Monday at the office we all giggled, Jonas, Fraucke and me. And talked about what happened. We had enjoyed it immensely. Especially Fraucke. She looked radiant. Jonas is a hero. He’s now my kind of guy. My boyfriend never did anything like this… Can’t believe Jonas is a loner… It needed, of all people, someone like him to make it happen. I had trouble concentrating though, couldn’t stop thinking about it. I still see vivid images of that night. I wanted to talk to Tina. Jonas gave me her number. I called her yesterday evening. We will meet again in Munich next weekend. My boyfriend? …I don’t know. I will have to lie. I’ll get to meet Tina’s friends, one of them a female photographer. She’s keen to see me. Hmmm, I wonder why…