Bela - Sex Stories

Bela

1_Revelation ”I like cock” she said in that strange nasal tone of voice. I looked at her askance. ”What?” ”Cock. I love it.” ”Thats what I thought you said” I said. Why was she telling me this? Irena had asked if I could take Bela up to the hills and I’d agreed readily enough. Who wouldn’t want the company of a pretty young girl on a hike in the Upper Vidalen National Park? The sheer beauty of Norway laid out before our eyes. I reached back and grabbed the thermos. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts. ”Tea, right?” She nodded, her dark eyes eyes seeking mine from below her lashes. Irena had explained that Bela loved the nature of Norway but she seldom had the chance to see it. Living in Oslo was easier than living in Belgrade, but getting out of the city was difficult for a twenty two year old student and Bela really wanted to see what the two Serbians had described as the 'real Norway'. ”Since your going anyway, wouldn’t you mind taking her with you?” Irena had asked. I poured the tea and its fragrant Jasmine scent filled the cab of my battered old Land Rover. I passed the plastic mug to her and her fingers briefly touched mine. ”Thank you” she whispered. I watched her blow on the hot liquid for a moment and thought to myself how her lips were so beautiful. Why would she tell me that though? I was thirty eight years old. Almost old enough to be her father, was that it? I poured out a second mug then screwed the cap back onto the thermos. Bela was a head shorter than I ...

... was. She was slight of build with short black hair which fell on either side of her face in short bangs. Her face was pale, and made more so by the hard April light. She had an air about her that defied description, as if she was not entirely present. I had assumed she was the dreamy kind of girl, the sort who loves to imagine entire worlds in her own imagination. Irena and Bela lived in the apartment above mine. They were both Serbian exchange students at Oslo University. I’d only known them for a few weeks. Though they’d lived above me for the entire previous year and I had often noticed them, especially Bela, it was only recently, in a local community meeting, that I’d found myself talking to them. After that, our relationship had blossomed and only a few days later, Irena had graciously invited me to dinner. At first, I’d wondered if Irena was interested in me but if this idea wasn’t quickly disproven by the photographs she’d showed me of her young fiancé, then it had when she told me that Dejan was coming up to Oslao for a week end and could I take Bela with me up to Vidalen? ”Since your going anyway...” I often took the car up to the high lands of southern Norway. My contract at work was only going to keep me here for a few more months and I was determined to see as much of this beautiful country as I could before I had to return home. Apart from her big green parka, and a pair of outdoor shoes that didn’t impress me at all, Bela had only brought a blue sports bag with ...