Once upon a time, in a park far, far away…
Actually not so far away at all, in my home town of Malmö.
We have plenty of sweet parks here, and this time I was casually enjoying some time off; I walked around Pildammsparken and watched the proud swans in the lake. The weather was pretty okay, and I felt relaxed and carefree.
A flying saucer almost hit me. Bam. Oh, it was a frisbee. I threw it back to the kids. I felt the sun shining, perhaps a bit too intensely. Looking around I found this big tree, no idea what it was. Perhaps I could get some shade for a while, take a nap even. To my surprise, a girl was heading there too.
“Mine! I saw it first,” her voice was pleasant but a bit rushed.
“No you didn’t.”
“But I want it! I usually come here, and sit at this particular spot.”
“Rude much?”
“I’m sorry. It’s just that my jeans are killing me right now, so hot.”
“And mine aren’t? I’m hot.”
She tilted her head. “Yeah. You are…”
That was so unexpected; I felt a little embarrassed.
There was this serene feeling lingering between us.
“Thanks, I think…”
“Don’t think. It usually hurts, especially in this heat.”
I smiled at her. “Yeah, we should avoid it.”
“Perhaps we can share the tree, and cool down.” I tried to sound casual.
“Just don’t be a serial weirdo umm okay?”
She had an androgynous look, tomboy, with short hair and glasses.
“Are you a librarian?” It just slipped out, I couldn’t stop it.
She stared at me, “Fuck you!”
“Yup yup, all girls want to fuck. You—are—a girl, right?”
She was flustered, and obviously embarrassed.
We noticed something in the grass simultaneously, and we both stepped closer and bent down. It was a tiny little baby bird.
“Oh wow,” she exclaimed. “Must have been rejected by its mom.”
“Yeah. It is so tiny. We can’t leave it here. I’ll carry the poor thing home, and care for it.”
“No,” her voice was upset, “I will do it.”
“I have had birds before, better I do it.”
“Oh hell no. We don’t trust your ass.”
I sighed. What an ass.
“We need to act fast, regardless. You live close?”
She pointed to a house pretty close by. “You see it from here.”
“Okay. You have tweezers and other stuff we need, I guess. Can we do this together? I don’t want to just leave it…”
“Yeah…well…okay. We can. Try.”
She picked it up carefully, and held it very gently. I have to give her that. I grabbed her bag, and she didn’t object.
“You carry that cutie, I got the bags.”
She replied slowly, as if she was afraid to hurt it even with her words. “Let’s go…slow.”
As we arrived at her place, she handed it over to me gently.
She grabbed her keys and let us in. I sat down in the kitchen, and she got out a dropper, tweezers and a saucer with water. The nestling was shivering in my palm—the tiniest heart, beating frantically against my skin.
Our shoulders brushed as I held the tiny, shivering bird, and she leaned in with the tweezers. Every time the tip neared the beak, her hand grazed mine. Our breaths hitched, from the situation or the touch, who knew?
“The first few days, we have to take turns. This will be intense.”
I agreed. “Sorry, for being a prick…I didn’t mean anything…”
"Yes, you did. You called me a dude basically.”
“No…I was kidding. Sorry. I mean it.”
“Uh huh. Prove it.”
“Huh…how?”
“Kiss me like you mean it.”
“I mean, you are cute…I could kiss you…”
She leaned in; I felt her breath against me. We kissed, lips tentatively feeling the other lips. We kissed for a minute, her lips soft and inviting. I missed her moist lips after only a few seconds. She was a great kisser.
Our eyes locked. We were equally flushed and affected.
“Nice. What’s your name?” she asked.
“Sven-Erik, but you can call me Sven. Who are you?”
“A nightmare, but you can call me Tess, I guess…”
We both smiled.
She continued, “Lemme check if my neighbour is at home, she’s a vet…almost, she’s studying to become one.”
“Cool, that could help us.”
“Uh huh. I can pass it over to her, and we can discuss everything in peace here. Mmm ‘kay?”
“Sounds great. Go check. I’ll babysit our lil bird.”
I heard them, the neighbour was home; she came back for our tiny nestling. Door closing. The locks turned. She hurried back to me.
“So, you wanna fuck? Or perhaps a tasty 69?”
She was shameless. I think I blushed a little.
“Your cock is ready, I see. Okay if I feel you?” She continued.
I nodded.
Her hand grabbed me over the warm jeans.
“Not so tough now, are you? Just hard.”
I looked at her, she seemed softer now somehow. I reached for her boobs, but stopped just before actually reaching them. I locked eyes with her, to get her approval to touch her. She walked into my hands without hesitation. Soft. I played with them, felt her nipples harden. I realized only now they weren’t as small as I first had thought either. And no bra. Refreshing.
She unzipped my jeans, and helped me drop them. I did hers, too.
Her yellow panties had a dark spot. Clearly she wasn’t unaffected either. It didn’t take long for us to get our clothes out of the way. We headed for her couch.
“69,” was all I said. “Sideways or on top?”
“I’m on top. Lie down.”
I lay down, and she climbed on top. No hesitation, just shoved my dick into her warm mouth. She started sucking, making slurping noises immediately. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her into my waiting mouth. I licked her eagerly, decisively over her clit. Feeling her shivering body, lapping up her pussy juices as they gushed out, made me really horny. We pushed each other fast and strongly towards an orgasm.
It was rough.
We both attacked each other with a rare hunger, animalistic and raw. Her legs tensed as she got closer to giving in. I pushed my long finger up her ass, which pushed her over the edge. She gave herself, not holding back, convulsing and squirming. Pussy juices leaking into my mouth, no excuses.
I wasn’t far behind, and her soft hand playing with my balls while she sucked hard forced me to just surrender into her wet mouth. I also came, burst after burst. Strong and thick. She let me empty myself completely while she swallowed. She eventually rolled over to the side.
“Needed that,” her voice still affected.
We just lay there a bit, caressing each other gently. No rush. No talk.
“Fuck…” she said, sounding annoyed. “I farted…”
I had no idea where she was going with that.
“And it rolled up into my pussy…know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I know…it happens…”
“But I hate it. Annoying.”
I smiled warmly. “It will be okay.”
She pouted.
“We should get up and actually plan for the little nestling,” she finally said.
And so the saga ends, and we have lived happily ever after. Or not. We are good friends still to this day, but we argue a lot. And fuck. Friends with benefits. And joint custody of our full-grown bird, who turns seven this Saturday.
