Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Operation Sinosphere (4)
Starbucks, Chaoyang Park Rd, Beijing, China.
Grace raised her eyebrow at the smells of banana and maple syrup rising from her coffee cup. Kat chuckled, and took a sip from her own mug.
"Banana flavoured coffee," Kat said, and shrugged, "Li Wei sent it over, seems like a good choice for a breakfast coffee." Grace smiled over at the young male waiter and then eyed the coffee, and took a small sip.
"Oh, damn, ouch!" Grace said in her natural well-spoken tone, her hand covering her mouth. "Why didn't you tell me it was so fucking hot?" Kat's eyes sparkled with amusement.
“You swear in such a posh way Agent Miller.” Kat grinned at her colleague.
“But it was bloody boiling!”
"Grace," Kat began, "… coffee is made from hot water and coffee beans, why didn't you expect it to be hot?" Grace stared up at Kat, pouted, and then looked back down at the ground.
"It just surprised me, and it hurt my mouth, and I'm sorry for embarrassing you." Grace took another cautious sip of the coffee, and immediately felt the blissful heat spread through her sluggish limbs as a small smile crossed her lips. Kat grinned, and flopped down on the couch next to Grace.
"See? It's pretty damn good, isn't it?" Kat asked, pointing at the cup Grace held. Grace shifted the magazines and newspapers that were strewn on the coffee table so she could set her cup down, and then folded her legs under her ass and leaned back into the folds of the couch.
“Grace …”
“Huh, what?”
“Put down your cup please.”
The younger girl looked quizzically at her older friend and colleague.
“Why?”
“So that I can hold your hand. I need to talk with you.”
“Oh, really? That sounds serious.” But Grace put down her mug anyway.
As Kat took Grace’s hand in her hers, she entwined their fingers.
“Grace …”
“Yes, Ekaterina, what is it.”
“Are you feeling better?”
Agent Miller nodded. “Very much so. The hot bath, the warm drinks and total TLC from my good friend … not to mention the induced puking, made everything okay again.” Grace smiled warmly at her companion, then added, “A really good night’s sleep just sealed the deal on my recovery.”
Grace paused and then added by way of afterthought, “Is that what you wanted to say to me?”
Kat gripped her friend’s hand a little tighter. “No, Grace it is not.”
“Oh, then what?”
“When you said last night that you thought they were going to rape you …”
The younger girl nodded.
“… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that Grace.”
“Sorry Kat, you’ve lost me.”
“Listen,” Agent Novikova leaned in towards her co-Agent a little more. “… being raped is not part of anyone’s job description, I know that, but …”
“But?” Grace repeated.
“But as a possibility it is always there. We are under cover secret agents, so it kind of goes with the territory …”
Ekaterina thought back to her own swallow training at the SVR Academy in Moscow. They had been forced to fuck the male students just so that they wouldn’t be sent out into the field as virgins. In fact, that bastard Comrade Colonel Tretykov himself, had made sure that before Kat was deployed into Washington (see Swallow’s Nest) she had become particularly skilled in the sexually creative arts offered by his little SVR Swallows.
Now Agent Miller was listening with a far more intense focus.
“So, what then Ekaterina, are you suggesting that I go out and fuck the first guy I can find, just so that I can get rid of my virginity?”
Kat smiled a soft smile and gently shook her head. “No, Grace, I’m not suggesting that.”
“Then what?”
"So, when you were at university, did you ever ..." Kat began, but faltered.
"Did I what?" Grace asked, innocence gleaming in her eyes.
"Did you ever. Sleep … With another girl?" Kat said, forcing the words out.
"Nope!" Grace said, "God no …”
Kat sighed, and resigned herself to doing this the hard way.
“Really, not ever?” Kat pushed the point one last time.
“Well …”
Agent Novikova cocked her head, as if demanding to hear more. “Well?”
"Okay so, when I was in the Uni dorms, my room-mate and I had to share a bed one night because hers was soaking wet after a water leak from the room next door came through the wall at the side of where she slept.
“And?”
“And we cuddled and maybe touched a little … Oh My God Ekaterina, this is so embarrassing!”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Fuck right off Novikova, I’m not telling you.”
“Please Grace, this is important.”
“Yes, I enjoyed it. Now are you satisfied?” Grace replied quickly, and then turned her attention back to her banana flavoured coffee.
As she watched her friend hugging her mug, Kat noticed her friend’s knee constantly moving, a sure sign of her nervousness.
“Whaaaaat?” The younger girl, staring wide-eyed at her friend, finally broke their brief silence.
“Tonight, I want to sleep with you.” Kat said the words plain and simple.
Grace was gob-smacked. “What the fucking-bloody-hell Kat?”
The older girl shuffled a little closer, and once more took her friend’s hand in her own. “Yes Grace, you heard correctly.”
“But I’m not gay! So no, I just couldn’t …” The younger Agent pulled her hand away.
“Neither am I Grace but this is important.” Kat paused, reflecting fleetingly on her brief encounter with the delightful Trixie in Bali a couple of years ago (see ‘Infiltration – Postcards from Bali).
“Listen Grace, we’re friends, right?”
“Yes, right, of course.” Grace replied.
“And I care about you, a lot. Do you care about me?”
“Kat, you don’t have to ask, yes of course I do.”
“Then tonight is not about you being straight and me not being gay, it is about two good friends who fleetingly become lovers as a means to an end.”
“But …” Grace’s throat and mouth had dried so much that she could barely speak.
“But, that means,” Kat continued, “That I can take your virginity in a way that gives you pleasure and a good memory. Okay?”
Grace closed her eyes and sighed. For many seconds she said nothing, before finally she spoke.
“Oh my gosh Grace, what am I about to say? Yes, okay, okay …”
“Good. So tonight, I get to show you the pleasure in taking your, erm, cherry with love, and you get the certainty knowing that you won’t ever be exposed to someone forcing it from you. Deal?”
Another sigh came from between Grace’s lips, and she nodded. “Yes Kat, deal.”
To Be Continued …
Starbucks, Chaoyang Park Rd, Beijing, China.
Grace raised her eyebrow at the smells of banana and maple syrup rising from her coffee cup. Kat chuckled, and took a sip from her own mug.
"Banana flavoured coffee," Kat said, and shrugged, "Li Wei sent it over, seems like a good choice for a breakfast coffee." Grace smiled over at the young male waiter and then eyed the coffee, and took a small sip.
"Oh, damn, ouch!" Grace said in her natural well-spoken tone, her hand covering her mouth. "Why didn't you tell me it was so fucking hot?" Kat's eyes sparkled with amusement.
“You swear in such a posh way Agent Miller.” Kat grinned at her colleague.
“But it was bloody boiling!”
"Grace," Kat began, "… coffee is made from hot water and coffee beans, why didn't you expect it to be hot?" Grace stared up at Kat, pouted, and then looked back down at the ground.
"It just surprised me, and it hurt my mouth, and I'm sorry for embarrassing you." Grace took another cautious sip of the coffee, and immediately felt the blissful heat spread through her sluggish limbs as a small smile crossed her lips. Kat grinned, and flopped down on the couch next to Grace.
"See? It's pretty damn good, isn't it?" Kat asked, pointing at the cup Grace held. Grace shifted the magazines and newspapers that were strewn on the coffee table so she could set her cup down, and then folded her legs under her ass and leaned back into the folds of the couch.
“Grace …”
“Huh, what?”
“Put down your cup please.”
The younger girl looked quizzically at her older friend and colleague.
“Why?”
“So that I can hold your hand. I need to talk with you.”
“Oh, really? That sounds serious.” But Grace put down her mug anyway.
As Kat took Grace’s hand in her hers, she entwined their fingers.
“Grace …”
“Yes, Ekaterina, what is it.”
“Are you feeling better?”
Agent Miller nodded. “Very much so. The hot bath, the warm drinks and total TLC from my good friend … not to mention the induced puking, made everything okay again.” Grace smiled warmly at her companion, then added, “A really good night’s sleep just sealed the deal on my recovery.”
Grace paused and then added by way of afterthought, “Is that what you wanted to say to me?”
Kat gripped her friend’s hand a little tighter. “No, Grace it is not.”
“Oh, then what?”
“When you said last night that you thought they were going to rape you …”
The younger girl nodded.
“… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that Grace.”
“Sorry Kat, you’ve lost me.”
“Listen,” Agent Novikova leaned in towards her co-Agent a little more. “… being raped is not part of anyone’s job description, I know that, but …”
“But?” Grace repeated.
“But as a possibility it is always there. We are under cover secret agents, so it kind of goes with the territory …”
Ekaterina thought back to her own swallow training at the SVR Academy in Moscow. They had been forced to fuck the male students just so that they wouldn’t be sent out into the field as virgins. In fact, that bastard Comrade Colonel Tretykov himself, had made sure that before Kat was deployed into Washington (see Swallow’s Nest) she had become particularly skilled in the sexually creative arts offered by his little SVR Swallows.
Now Agent Miller was listening with a far more intense focus.
“So, what then Ekaterina, are you suggesting that I go out and fuck the first guy I can find, just so that I can get rid of my virginity?”
Kat smiled a soft smile and gently shook her head. “No, Grace, I’m not suggesting that.”
“Then what?”
"So, when you were at university, did you ever ..." Kat began, but faltered.
"Did I what?" Grace asked, innocence gleaming in her eyes.
"Did you ever. Sleep … With another girl?" Kat said, forcing the words out.
"Nope!" Grace said, "God no …”
Kat sighed, and resigned herself to doing this the hard way.
“Really, not ever?” Kat pushed the point one last time.
“Well …”
Agent Novikova cocked her head, as if demanding to hear more. “Well?”
"Okay so, when I was in the Uni dorms, my room-mate and I had to share a bed one night because hers was soaking wet after a water leak from the room next door came through the wall at the side of where she slept.
“And?”
“And we cuddled and maybe touched a little … Oh My God Ekaterina, this is so embarrassing!”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Fuck right off Novikova, I’m not telling you.”
“Please Grace, this is important.”
“Yes, I enjoyed it. Now are you satisfied?” Grace replied quickly, and then turned her attention back to her banana flavoured coffee.
As she watched her friend hugging her mug, Kat noticed her friend’s knee constantly moving, a sure sign of her nervousness.
“Whaaaaat?” The younger girl, staring wide-eyed at her friend, finally broke their brief silence.
“Tonight, I want to sleep with you.” Kat said the words plain and simple.
Grace was gob-smacked. “What the fucking-bloody-hell Kat?”
The older girl shuffled a little closer, and once more took her friend’s hand in her own. “Yes Grace, you heard correctly.”
“But I’m not gay! So no, I just couldn’t …” The younger Agent pulled her hand away.
“Neither am I Grace but this is important.” Kat paused, reflecting fleetingly on her brief encounter with the delightful Trixie in Bali a couple of years ago (see ‘Infiltration – Postcards from Bali).
“Listen Grace, we’re friends, right?”
“Yes, right, of course.” Grace replied.
“And I care about you, a lot. Do you care about me?”
“Kat, you don’t have to ask, yes of course I do.”
“Then tonight is not about you being straight and me not being gay, it is about two good friends who fleetingly become lovers as a means to an end.”
“But …” Grace’s throat and mouth had dried so much that she could barely speak.
“But, that means,” Kat continued, “That I can take your virginity in a way that gives you pleasure and a good memory. Okay?”
Grace closed her eyes and sighed. For many seconds she said nothing, before finally she spoke.
“Oh my gosh Grace, what am I about to say? Yes, okay, okay …”
“Good. So tonight, I get to show you the pleasure in taking your, erm, cherry with love, and you get the certainty knowing that you won’t ever be exposed to someone forcing it from you. Deal?”
Another sigh came from between Grace’s lips, and she nodded. “Yes Kat, deal.”
To Be Continued …
