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Part Five: The Garden
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Katarina touched my cheek and walked out of the bathroom. I pinched my nose and submerged myself in the deep bath. Katarina moved through this world as if it were made for her. On the other hand, I was completely lost, both in the turbulent discourse of my mind and in the life I had established. I curled beneath the warm water and tried to empty my head. I focused on the uncomfortable sensation caused by a bubble of air tickling the inside of my nose and I concentrated on the echoed sound of sloshing water. For a moment this seemed to work, but soon suffocating discomfort overtook my chest and the image of Katarina’s arched rib cage flashed before my eyes. I lifted my head from the water and gasped for air.
That evening, John called to let me know he had settled in. It was the first time we had spoken since he left for Boston. He inquired about my week and appeared genuinely interested in my wellbeing, although he expressed no interest in arranging time for either of us to visit. While I was happy to hear from him, I felt a cold indifference to much of the conversation; I wasn’t yet ready to miss him.
The following day, Katarina and I walked the garden. I finally felt the confidence to pry into the side of her she kept so guarded. Stopping near a shrub of pink camellia, I turned to her. “I feel like you taught me more about life in a month than I had learned in thirty years, and yet I don’t know a thing about you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well to start, are you married, divorced? Where do you disappear to? Where did all this come from? Where do you come from? I literally know nothing about you.”
Chapter Thirty
Katarina uneasily plucked a petal from a nearby forsythia flower. “You know precisely what you need to know about me.” She plucked another. “I value our friendship because it isn’t burdened by these things. The past, the future, it’s all entirely irrelevant.”
She continued. “Granted, I am admittedly at a disadvantage when it comes to this experience, being that I have become acquainted with your history and I think I have an idea about where you see it ending. But for you, … you get to experience me as I am in each moment. You know nothing of my past nor my future and thus you must apply all your faculty to perceiving the cues of the present. Whatever we have exits in the here and the now. Let’s leave it at that.”
Katarina moved to my side of the path and cupped a near perfectly symmetric flower. “Take for instance this camellia, to appreciate its beauty, do you need to know that the ‘Pink Perfection’ originated in Japan before making its way to California in the late 1800’s?”
“Well…” I took an extra second to think. In this moment, all the masks and eccentricities started to make sense. Katarina’s carefully curated social experiments were designed to isolate her guests from these distractions. “I think you can certainly appreciate it for its rarity or the wonder that it is even here in Connecticut at all.”
“Yes, you could…, but isn’t rarity irrelevant when I have the flower in my hand? And isn’t it’s importation a reflection on globalism or the flower trade and not a critique of this particular flower’s beauty?”
“Ok, perhaps, but you are wrong about its rarity. If this were such a common flower, wouldn’t you grow bored of it? Wouldn’t you find its symmetry less inspiring?”
“I would.” Katarina admitted while moving to cup a second flower. “I would if I held onto those sorts of things.” She stared intently at an almost identical camellia. “On this shrub, this particular flower is just as common as the that one. But if you come and look closely, the way its inner petals delicately clasp into a capsule is entirely unique. I can appreciate the assuring feeling of this flower without comparing it to the last.”
I leaned in to the inspect the flower. Before I could examine it, Katarina placed her hands on my face and kissed me.
I pulled back. “What did you mean when you said Jessica wasn’t like you or I?”
“I watched you in the Parlor for longer than I let on and you completely defied my expectations. I think you and I share a rare insatiable and unpredictable carnal desire.”
I aggressively re-engaged Katarina’s lips. I felt the slight numbing sensation you feel as your lips fill with blood from pressing a kiss too hard. I rolled my tongue into her mouth in successive waves. I struggled to find a place for my hands. I wanted to tear at her sundress, and I wanted to feel her skin, but my nervous mind betrayed me. She wants a woman, be delicate, I tried to tell myself. That’s what I’ve been told right? I tried to run through every conversation I had ever had and every blurb I had ever read on the subject.
Chapter Thirty-One
I slowed my kissing and feigned confidence by mirroring her hands. I placed my arms around her neck. In kind, she moved her hands to my hips and squeezed firmly on my butt. What is she doing now??? I clumsily ran through these thoughts until I found that we had stumbled back into an old Jane magnolia tree.
Katarina bit my lip as I pressed her against the unruly trunk. What happened to delicate I thought? I bit back, conscious of the fact that I was again mirroring her. Katarina began kissing my neck. It felt great but I was hating the experience. I was too engrossed in my own nervous thought. I let Katarina move to my collarbone as I tried to clear my head.
I tilted my head back and ran through my senses. I could hear delicate snaps as Katarina’s lips came in and out of contact with my skin; I could see a cluster of pink tulip shape flowers bob in the slight breeze; I could taste a hint of metal where Katarina had bit me; and I could feel her pressing against my thigh as she moved in a subtle dry hump. Centering myself, I stopped thinking and demonstrated the unpredictable quality Katarina sought in me.
Kissing her ear, I placed my hand up her sundress. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any underwear and had let a little stubble grow. I slowly rubbed her clit with my index and pointer finger. She grinned and softly whispered a seductive growl. She had been waiting for this side of me to appear.
I continued to kiss Katarina’s neck and stimulate her clit until I felt that she was fully aroused. I then placed my two fingers inside her vagina and attempted to curl them against her G-spot. She let out a short moan but repositioned my hand back to her clit. I resumed my light circular rub but soon fell to my knees.
Facing her and the tree, I lifted her left leg onto my shoulder. She placed her left arm on the magnolia tree’s lowest horizontal branch which conveniently hung slightly below shoulder height. With her right foot on the ground she used the low branch to support most of her weight.
I kissed the inner part of her thigh before tracing her vulva with my hand. She let out a slight “uhmhm”. I started to lick around her clit and she pulled the hem of her dress to the side with her right hand. She wanted to watch. I kissed her clitoral hood and backed slightly away.
“You are so wicked” Katarina teased.
“You did this to me” I kissed her clit softer this time. After a few minutes, I again looked up at my teacher. “Do you like pressure?”
“Start licking me again.”
I complied, licking her clit in the same circular pattern I started in. Katarina let go of her dress and grabbed my hair by the nape. She ever so slightly added pressure by controlling the position of my head.
“Go slower”
I slowed the rotation of my tongue.
“There” Katarina interjected, and I marked the tempo in my mind.
I stopped and sucked her clitoral hood for the sole purpose of adding a sensation of sound. Katarina moaned and her grip tightened.
I resumed licking her clit and did my best to find the tempo she indicated. Katarina contracted and let out a short “mmph”. I found it.
I continued and she adjusted her hold.
“Don’t stop”
I continued, feeling Katarina gradually increase pressure by pushing me closer.
She bit her lip and moaned in successive bursts.
Her grip continued to tighten while I maintained tempo. Before long, almost every breath was accompanied by a moan. Katarina’s fingers relaxed and she extended them through my hair. As she did, I felt her maintain pressure by drawing me closer with the leg draped over my shoulder.
I felt Katarina’s body begin to contract in waves. I felt the full weight of her leg as her pelvic muscles contracted and she orgasmed with a final “fuccccckkk”.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Katarina’s leg was still shaking when I pulled my mouth away. Looking down at me she couldn’t help but laugh nervously. It was contagious. I pressed my head against her convulsing belly and started to giggle myself. Katarina had eaten me out the other night like it was nothing. Why suddenly was this moment different? Was it the spontaneity of the act? the ridiculous picture of my saliva coated face? the incongruous dirt on my knees and the bark scrapes on her arm? Or was it simply the release of several weeks of sexual tension?
“Thank you for that.” Katarina helped me to my feet and brushed off her dress.
“My pleasure.” This time I laughed first. We started down the path back to the mansion and Katarina began explaining a party she planned to hold in the coming week. As the dopamine wore off, I couldn’t help but recall the hopeless trajectory of Katarina’s words. “Whatever we have exists in the here and now.”
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