11

As usual the drive was silent. Oscar looked out his window and I just sat there looking ahead, putting my head down when another old car or truck passed us by. My hat hid me pretty well. I looked up wondering how Otto was doing in the back. I glanced at Axel, his eyes focused on the road.

Randomly, I could feel my body trembling some. Just being in this time made me paranoid. Knowing history and living it, blending the two so I could do my job was proving a bit difficult. It's not like we had training, going back into different times and learning how to deal with the craziness of the past especially the Jim Crow Era. I remained quiet gently trying to keep my breathing steady. My hands were on my lap squeezing my dress, bunching it up as the anxiety began to grow inside me. I feel a calloused hand over my left hand. I don't even look down because I know who's hand it belongs to.

Axel and I don't even make eye contact with each other, as his hand squeezes mine to subtly calm me. The pressure he applies makes me feel comfortable. I've felt this comfortableness before, but where? I've felt this skin before. I closed my eyes rummaging deep into my memories of when I felt this. I remember the boys I kissed, the hands I touched, the fists that hit me, the nature smells of men and women around me that brought my senses to life, the shivering of my body, the nervousness, the anxiety, the whimpering, the pants, the moans, the grunts, the arms that held me when it was over… My eyes opened as I realized where I've felt this before. I now looked at Axel as it all came to me. He was the one, he was with me in that room… on that bed… he took my virginity.

Within an hour, the truck had driven off the road. Oscar showed us the map and we ended up on a farm. The boys canvased it for a complete day until they were sure the family inside was all there. It was an elderly white couple. There were no animals. Otto snapped the farmer's neck and Oscar crushed the woman's spine after she fell to the ground from being punched to the ground. I was left to explore their small house while they got rid of the body. I said nothing the entire time, because I felt nothing at this time. I needed to be alone anyways to think. So Axel took my virginity. He had me first and never said anything. Does he even remember sleeping with me? I mean It was six years ago, I was twenty-one at the time. Did he even remember?

I mean it's not like he spoke on the regular so even if he did remember what would bringing it up do? If anything, it would make me suspicious that our being partnered wasn't a mere coincidence. I ran my fingers over the dresser in the couple's bedroom. It was nice and pearl colored. A large vanity mirror was attached to it. The bed was perfectly made and everything was clean and neat. I noticed there were little notes of paper all over the place of what looked like reminders to do things and where things were in the house.

One or two of the couple were losing it, but they were old enough so it made sense. I didn't see any photos of children on the walls on my way to the bedroom only photos of their youth. Forgive us for killing you. I looked up noticing Axel's reflection in the mirror. He stood in the doorway watching me.

"Do you believe me?" he asked lowly and I turned to him curiously.

"What?" I asked in English. He closed the door behind him and approached me, eyes looking down at me softly as he stood close to me his eyes forming that gentle gaze now.

"Do you believe me when I say we will protect you?" he asked. I stared up at him for a moment turning my face so that my cheek was facing him. I could hear him inhaling my scent like the first time we met. He was enticed.

"What does it matter if I believe you or not? We do our job then go home. As long as we trust each other to ensure we make it back alive what's there to believe" I replied lowly. His gaze changed to a more hardened one as he realizes something is off.

"What is it?" he asked, and I looked up at him, finally looking at him, really looking at him. Slowly I reached up gently letting my fingers move toward his face. He should have recoiled or something to show his confusion of why I would want to suddenly touch him so sensually. But he didn't. The sharpness in his gaze softened once more as he let my fingertips press into his lips. He closed his eyes now as if remembering something. I bit my lip shaking my head slowly. I wanted to ask him if we had ever met before but I didn't want to leave him open to lie.

"I remember your smell." I replied and finally he opened his eyes at me and finally leaned back from my fingers and looked away.

"I don't know what you're talking about." he said quietly. I stared at him for a moment wondering how I should respond. Why lie? Was I wrong? I had to push just a bit more.

"Then I cannot trust you. I won't." I concluded, deciding to forget this conversation happened. There was no point dwelling on a past event that meant nothing. He just looked down with a wince saying nothing more. I walked around him and over to the door and he let me leave. That night, we listened to the super large radio in the corner of the house. The moon was up high and I was lying on the couch not very hungry. Otto and Oscar got to play their knife game that they were so desperately wanting to play. Otto took one of his large knives and threw it right down atop of Oscar's foot. It got him right between the toes. I gasped as a small stream of blood poured onto the ground. But Oscar didn't even bat an eye lash. He removed the knife and moved to aim it at Otto's leg and got him right above his knee. Luckily, I had some good medication for all their wounds and a sewing kit to mend their wound. I glanced over into the kitchen to see Axel once more staring at the small square picture from before. He seemed very attached it that much I knew, but I didn't want to show any interest by asking what it was. Tomorrow we would plan, but tonight we would relax.

The soft music that played was very soothing that much I knew. Otto came over to me motioning for me to sit up so he could sit down. I pouted for I was really comfortable. Instead he gently raised me, sat down and lied me atop of his knee that didn't have a wound in it. I just lied my head on his lap and felt his large hand begin to stroke the side of my head. His hand was soothing. He leaned over and I looked up at him so we could share a gentle kiss. Otto sat down on the floor before me and I let my hand move through his soft tresses and we just stayed like this listening to the music of the 20s.

There were only two bedrooms. Oscar and Otto took the guest bedroom down the hall. I wanted to take a bedroom with one or the other or even both just to not be in the same room as Axel. But this was an assignment and I had to leave personal feelings out of this. Both Oscar and Otto kissed my cheek and I smiled pecking both of their lips before we separated. I moved back to the couple's bedroom where Axel was just taking off his shirt and leaving his briefs. It was hot out so I understood the lack of clothes. I closed the door behind me and moved over to the side opposite of him and just removed my gown. I could see him watching me from the mirror of the dresser that was on my side of the bed. I muttered a simple good night and moved beneath the sheets that smelled of different people.

Normal POV

Axel watched she removed her night gown and got in bed. Was she tempting him? Was she testing him to see what he'd do? He had already let it slip through his face that he was in face the man who took her virginity years ago. He kept asking himself why he was holding back with her? His brothers had no issues asserting themselves with her and she answered them without hesitance. So why was he hesitant? He knew the answer. Because she wasn't blind folded with them, but her first time was blindfolded with him, he got to take in everything that was her and she got nothing. Axel looked down as he lied back on his pillow glancing at the back of her head for a moment as he remembered six years ago.

He entered her room quietly and was met with her back to him. She was in a white hospital gown and her hair was long and curly. Axel had never seen such big hair before.

He had been working so much that his body was now forcing thoughts in his head. He wasn't one to masturbate either. So when he got the offer to be with an agent of his job, he agreed merely out of curiosity. He had heard of the Escort program that was starting and he was made very aware of what was expected of him. He'd be taking a woman's virginity, deflowering her in the purest of ways. He had never taken a woman's virginity before and he desperately needed a release. He was allowed to pick the woman and had received many files. There were only twenty since they were going to the Elites. He received a stack of pictures and went through them silently.

Most of them were peach skinned with green or blue eyes. Some girls had wavy red hair, others had blonde hair. He received the image of one young man and grimaced and just shook his head and kept flipping through them. Finally one caught his eye. There was a small African American community in his village, they mostly kept to themselves. Axel has had run ins with them and they were nice.

He found himself often wondering what it would be like to lie with a black woman and now this one caught his eyes.

And now she was standing there with a black blind fold over her eyes. Axel walked up slowly to her, observing her hair and her skin as he was starting to stand in front of her. She looked up in the direction of the noise from his boots.

"Is someone there?" she asked gently, and Axel just stared at her for a moment. She had soft puffy lips and he knew he wouldn't speak, but he wanted her to know he was there. So he gently raised his hand to her face and let the tips of his fingers touch her lips. She didn't jump too much but she didn't move once she realized he was there. He traced her lips noticing how soft they felt before letting his fingers touch her cheek. Her skin was warm and light like a baby's skin. He winced at the feeling unused to ever feeling such softness on his farm. He could see her hands forming fists as she was gently shaking now. She gripped the sides of her gown in the process. Axel watched her for a moment just seeing how she would act in this silence.

He was allowed to do what he wanted to her. He was allowed to be rough and make this experience horrible for her. In the end it was all a lesson she had to learn about sex. The only rule was that you could not remove the blind fold. Axel knew rough and torture and pain. But to do so to a woman who was not his target or in his way was not who he was. His mother didn't raise him to be a brute to women let alone brutalize a woman. He looked back at the bed that only consisted of a queen size mattress, a fitted sheet and white pillows. Guess it was time to get started.

Slowly the older Swede noticed the girl look up and around wondering if he was still there. Instead Axel cleared his throat to let her know he was still there and she faced him biting her bottom lip now. Axel began to shed off his coat and he made sure to toss them to the ground so they'd land loud enough to let her know what was happening. She looked up in the direction of the sound before exhaling as if realizing what was happening. As Axel kicked off his boots and started to unbutton his pants, he just kept watching her. She now leaned down and began to slowly remove her gown and as she pulled it over her head, Axel found himself looking at her entire form and he was definitely frozen in awe. This was his first naked body of a woman he wasn't really supposed to be lying with and she was gorgeous. Her stomach was flat and her hips had curves to them. Her breasts were plump and bouncy.

In silence, Axel just leaned over to the side of her to examine her back and his eyes were immediately drawn to her round bottom. His blue eyes flexed some and suddenly she was beginning to walk forward surprising him enough to jump in mild surprise. He watched her for a second realizing she was feeling for the bed. Once she found it, she crawled atop of it and lied on her back. Slowly she began to spread her legs as if waiting for him…

Axel stared at her back a bit longer, his hand slowly reaching up to move to her shoulder, but he paused. He paused because that small voice of insecurity in his head was coming back. She would have judged you if she wasn't blind folded. The only reason she was moaning was because she didn't know what you looked like. Axel never really paid much attention to his appearance until he was standing in front of her. His hand never came in contact with her skin. He figured she was asleep now and didn't want to wake her up, but something was awake beneath his sheet and he just pulled the blanket up to see his cock at attention throbbing beneath his briefs. He silently cursed himself and just stared up at the ceiling now feeling a slight panic come over him. He let his mind drift too far back to that time that now his body had remembered that one moment when he felt truly alive, and that was inside her. He shut his eyes tight trying to push those thoughts away. He tried to quiet that other voice in his head asking what he would do if she was awake and just mounted him right there and rode him deep and hard in the bed. Now the hard on hurt as he felt himself fighting the urge to touch himself not with her so close to him.

It was that heat that he missed wrapped around his cock. That's why he easily felt rage build inside him when that cop was describing how much he missed being inside her, because he knew exactly what she felt like. He knew the tight heat inside her was amazing and he didn't want to share it with a fucking cop. He didn't want his anger however to be what he was feeling. So of course, his mind drifted back to that perfect moment in his life so the anger would fade away. Once again, his cock throbbed hard and he growled out gripping the bed sheets at the frustration. Immediately his mind pictured her on top of him riding him like he so desperately wanted her to now. He gave in to imaginary temptation and pictured his hands gripping her hips and her embarrassed moans escaping her once more as he made her feeling things deep inside her that she had never felt before. He made her feel everything, only him! She was supposed to be just a curiosity, but she ended up being so much more. Before he knew what was happening, he felt himself cumming hard right through his briefs without even touching himself. He let out a strained groan covering his mouth with his hands to not wake up the beauty beside him. His eyes fluttered closed as he felt the pleasurable high shoot through his body.

After a few minutes, his cock softened and he moved to the bathroom to clean himself up and he threw his briefs to the ground before getting back in the bed. He lied on his back and ran his hand over his hair. Then suddenly, something amazing happened. Anja rolled his way and placed her hand on his chest.

"You okay?" she whispered drowsily not even opening her eyes. Axel looked at her stunned remembering she asked him that same question when he lied with her for a moment after they both came. He just gave a low mh-hm like he did those many years ago. Slowly he let his arms curl around her. This was just the sleep moving through her body. He held on to this moment for tomorrow she wouldn't trust him.