Chapter 3
The next morning, Frank Parker was awoken by the sound of some music. He looked at his clock and saw it was only 8 am. "Are you crazy, beautiful Olga?" He mumbled to himself, as he exited the warm covers to go ask for some quiet. He put on his trousers but didn't bother to put anything on his bare chest. He walked along the corridor, the music becoming louder as he approached Olga's loft. He recognised it as "In the Shadows" from The Rasmus and was amused by that. By the time he had reached her door, the music had changed and he could hear "Behind the wall" by Tracy Chapman, and Olga Vukavitch singing along to the music. She was in time with the music, her voice perfect for this song. He knocked at the door but she didn't responded. Wanting nothing more than go back to his bed, he pushed the door open. Olga was in the middle of her living room, in a very short brown-silk gown, her hair was tied up, and she was bare foot. Olga was dancing as she was dusting her shelves with a rag. She was on her top toes and he was able to see her underwear. As much as this show pleased him, he decided to let her know about his presence. At the end of the song, he cleared his throat. She jumped, letting her rag fall to the floor; she was looking angrily at him in a way he found very cute. He approached, taking her in his arms, caressing the soft fabric that covered her thin body before whispering in her ears "I think you should turn down your music unless you want to be deafened" She only responded to him that music hadn't any reason to be annoying, if it was quiet, but she stopped her CD player anyway. He looked confused by her behaviour so she justify her choice by saying that he needed some rest, and that he didn't really look like a morning person. He smiled, kissed her fully on the lips, and went back to bed.
The morning flew by for Olga, who was happy to have a little time to herself. She wore casual clothes. Parker, on his side, was occupied with dreams of Olga. Around 3 pm he finally awoke. After a quick shower he headed to the doctor's. He knocked at the door and this time she opened it, revealing herself dressed in a way he had never seen her before – but was glad to see! Her hair was still tied up, she was wearing a white shirt open over a light blue spaghetti top. Her trousers were thin and white. He noticed that without any make-up on she was still beautiful. As she invited him to enter he noticed her bare feet, which amused him. Arriving in the living-room she asked him why he was there; he said he wanted to borrow her television to watch the football match because his had broken. She agreed, telling him to find the remote first, as it was somewhere in the room. He smiled; she didn't often watch the little screen! Finally finding it, he turned on the TV and sat down on her comfortable sofa. Turning around to see what she was doing, he saw her sitting at the table, a portable computer in front of her. "Oh god, she's so sexy with her glasses on!" he thought. "Don't tell me you're working during your holidays?!" He asked her. "No, Mr P.. Frank I mean. I'm not." She said without even looking up at him. "So, what are you doing?" He moved up to see what she was doing. "I'm writing." She said as he was behind her. "That's not a letter." "It's not. It's, um, a novel." "You're writing a novel?" He tried not to look as shocked as he was. "Yes, you didn't think it was one of my skills, did you?" "It's just that I didn't expect it from you. So, what is it about? What kind of novel?" "Erotic." She responded, wanting to tease him. "Erotic?!" This time he was very shocked! She laughed at the face he pulled. "No, Mr Parker. I was teasing you. It's kind of a thriller. Satisfied?" "Um, yeah. Can I read it?" "Only if you're a good boy." She added shyly. He moved toward her, placed a kiss on her neck and whispered into her ear that for her he's always a good boy. With that, he left and went to watch the football match.
Half an hour later, Olga's inspiration had all vanished. Her eyes were hurting, so she decided to have a TV break. Frank was still on her sofa watching the last minutes of the game. She sat close to him and watched his favourite team lose. She laughed at the disgusted face he made. Then, she suggested they watch a movie, he accepted, as he had nothing more interesting to do. He didn't know her favourite movie, "Fried Green Tomatoes At the Whistlestop Cafe" so they watched it. As the time passed, they moved closer, until finally Olga had her back to him with both his arms wrapped around her. She couldn't get her head comfortable on his shoulder, so she untied her hair. He couldn't believe his luck; she was there in his arms, in her living room, watching a movie with him. He trembled as he felt her moving. She passed her hand through her hair, and threw a piece of tissue on the coffee table, having letting her hair fall. He felt her push herself against him, and stopped moving once he knew she had got a comfortable enough position. Near the middle of the movie, she turned; wanting to make sure it was really him who was holding her so gently. She couldn't believe that Frank B. Parker hadn't yet tried to lay her down, or kiss her, or something else; that he was just holding her in his arms, caressing her own arms softly. As she turned, she saw his handsome face. He smiled at her, and put a tender kiss on the top of her head. She could feel a wave of happiness go through her. She laid her head against his throat and kissed it. They were both surprised by what she had just done but neither said a word. She lifted her head to his height and at first they shared what was an almost prude kiss, but the second kiss was not prude at all! There was both passion and tenderness in this kiss, and neither Olga nor Frank wanting it to end. However, someone else didn't seem to think the same: the telephone started to ring. He grabbed her arm, not wanting her to quit the amazing job she was doing on his mouth. She let go a bit from the kiss, just kissing and biting his lips now, giving her the freedom to speak. "Perhaps it's important." She said in a low and husky voice he had never heard her use before. "Perhaps. But perhaps it's not." He responded continuing his torment, not wanting to let go of her soft lips. "It'll be just a few minutes, then we'll go on where we left it." She promised, before reaching behind her and answering the phone. "Hello." Her tone was soft and friendly, far from the strict and professional "Dr Vukavitch" she usually used. "It's Isaac Mentor, how are you dear?" "Very fine." She said, before feeling some soft, hot lips on her neck. She tried to stay concentrated on her senior's words instead of those lips. "How are you?" "I'm okay, too. Parker's not too boring?" He asked, already guessing that something had happened between those two. "No, Mr Parker, is..." at the sound of his name Parker intensified his work, letting a loud moan of pleasure escape. "Are you alright my dear?" Now, he was pretty sure that Mr Parker was in the same room as her. "Yeah, yeah, I'm alright, it's just..." "Mr Parker kissing you, isn't it?" He asked her in a soft tone "Something like that. Would you like to speak with him?" Knowing she couldn't lie to him. "No, I'll leave you two alone. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed to be..." "We are. Thanks for your call." "You're welcome. Take care my dear, of yourself, and the gentleman." "I will do." She smiled, she always knew he wanted nothing more than to see them together. "Take care of yourself." A few seconds later they hung-up, and Olga and Frank could go back to their earlier explorative activities.
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The next morning, Frank Parker was awoken by the sound of some music. He looked at his clock and saw it was only 8 am. "Are you crazy, beautiful Olga?" He mumbled to himself, as he exited the warm covers to go ask for some quiet. He put on his trousers but didn't bother to put anything on his bare chest. He walked along the corridor, the music becoming louder as he approached Olga's loft. He recognised it as "In the Shadows" from The Rasmus and was amused by that. By the time he had reached her door, the music had changed and he could hear "Behind the wall" by Tracy Chapman, and Olga Vukavitch singing along to the music. She was in time with the music, her voice perfect for this song. He knocked at the door but she didn't responded. Wanting nothing more than go back to his bed, he pushed the door open. Olga was in the middle of her living room, in a very short brown-silk gown, her hair was tied up, and she was bare foot. Olga was dancing as she was dusting her shelves with a rag. She was on her top toes and he was able to see her underwear. As much as this show pleased him, he decided to let her know about his presence. At the end of the song, he cleared his throat. She jumped, letting her rag fall to the floor; she was looking angrily at him in a way he found very cute. He approached, taking her in his arms, caressing the soft fabric that covered her thin body before whispering in her ears "I think you should turn down your music unless you want to be deafened" She only responded to him that music hadn't any reason to be annoying, if it was quiet, but she stopped her CD player anyway. He looked confused by her behaviour so she justify her choice by saying that he needed some rest, and that he didn't really look like a morning person. He smiled, kissed her fully on the lips, and went back to bed.
The morning flew by for Olga, who was happy to have a little time to herself. She wore casual clothes. Parker, on his side, was occupied with dreams of Olga. Around 3 pm he finally awoke. After a quick shower he headed to the doctor's. He knocked at the door and this time she opened it, revealing herself dressed in a way he had never seen her before – but was glad to see! Her hair was still tied up, she was wearing a white shirt open over a light blue spaghetti top. Her trousers were thin and white. He noticed that without any make-up on she was still beautiful. As she invited him to enter he noticed her bare feet, which amused him. Arriving in the living-room she asked him why he was there; he said he wanted to borrow her television to watch the football match because his had broken. She agreed, telling him to find the remote first, as it was somewhere in the room. He smiled; she didn't often watch the little screen! Finally finding it, he turned on the TV and sat down on her comfortable sofa. Turning around to see what she was doing, he saw her sitting at the table, a portable computer in front of her. "Oh god, she's so sexy with her glasses on!" he thought. "Don't tell me you're working during your holidays?!" He asked her. "No, Mr P.. Frank I mean. I'm not." She said without even looking up at him. "So, what are you doing?" He moved up to see what she was doing. "I'm writing." She said as he was behind her. "That's not a letter." "It's not. It's, um, a novel." "You're writing a novel?" He tried not to look as shocked as he was. "Yes, you didn't think it was one of my skills, did you?" "It's just that I didn't expect it from you. So, what is it about? What kind of novel?" "Erotic." She responded, wanting to tease him. "Erotic?!" This time he was very shocked! She laughed at the face he pulled. "No, Mr Parker. I was teasing you. It's kind of a thriller. Satisfied?" "Um, yeah. Can I read it?" "Only if you're a good boy." She added shyly. He moved toward her, placed a kiss on her neck and whispered into her ear that for her he's always a good boy. With that, he left and went to watch the football match.
Half an hour later, Olga's inspiration had all vanished. Her eyes were hurting, so she decided to have a TV break. Frank was still on her sofa watching the last minutes of the game. She sat close to him and watched his favourite team lose. She laughed at the disgusted face he made. Then, she suggested they watch a movie, he accepted, as he had nothing more interesting to do. He didn't know her favourite movie, "Fried Green Tomatoes At the Whistlestop Cafe" so they watched it. As the time passed, they moved closer, until finally Olga had her back to him with both his arms wrapped around her. She couldn't get her head comfortable on his shoulder, so she untied her hair. He couldn't believe his luck; she was there in his arms, in her living room, watching a movie with him. He trembled as he felt her moving. She passed her hand through her hair, and threw a piece of tissue on the coffee table, having letting her hair fall. He felt her push herself against him, and stopped moving once he knew she had got a comfortable enough position. Near the middle of the movie, she turned; wanting to make sure it was really him who was holding her so gently. She couldn't believe that Frank B. Parker hadn't yet tried to lay her down, or kiss her, or something else; that he was just holding her in his arms, caressing her own arms softly. As she turned, she saw his handsome face. He smiled at her, and put a tender kiss on the top of her head. She could feel a wave of happiness go through her. She laid her head against his throat and kissed it. They were both surprised by what she had just done but neither said a word. She lifted her head to his height and at first they shared what was an almost prude kiss, but the second kiss was not prude at all! There was both passion and tenderness in this kiss, and neither Olga nor Frank wanting it to end. However, someone else didn't seem to think the same: the telephone started to ring. He grabbed her arm, not wanting her to quit the amazing job she was doing on his mouth. She let go a bit from the kiss, just kissing and biting his lips now, giving her the freedom to speak. "Perhaps it's important." She said in a low and husky voice he had never heard her use before. "Perhaps. But perhaps it's not." He responded continuing his torment, not wanting to let go of her soft lips. "It'll be just a few minutes, then we'll go on where we left it." She promised, before reaching behind her and answering the phone. "Hello." Her tone was soft and friendly, far from the strict and professional "Dr Vukavitch" she usually used. "It's Isaac Mentor, how are you dear?" "Very fine." She said, before feeling some soft, hot lips on her neck. She tried to stay concentrated on her senior's words instead of those lips. "How are you?" "I'm okay, too. Parker's not too boring?" He asked, already guessing that something had happened between those two. "No, Mr Parker, is..." at the sound of his name Parker intensified his work, letting a loud moan of pleasure escape. "Are you alright my dear?" Now, he was pretty sure that Mr Parker was in the same room as her. "Yeah, yeah, I'm alright, it's just..." "Mr Parker kissing you, isn't it?" He asked her in a soft tone "Something like that. Would you like to speak with him?" Knowing she couldn't lie to him. "No, I'll leave you two alone. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed to be..." "We are. Thanks for your call." "You're welcome. Take care my dear, of yourself, and the gentleman." "I will do." She smiled, she always knew he wanted nothing more than to see them together. "Take care of yourself." A few seconds later they hung-up, and Olga and Frank could go back to their earlier explorative activities.
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