Milla was completely devastated. She had forgotten how brutal the Bornholm hills were compared to her normal run around the lakes. And the wind! Her hair had been tossed around all the way, she hadn't been able to find any elastic when she wanted to leave. But she could see the sea. There was foam on the waves. Her neck hurt from turning her head after that. Maybe that was why she had run the wrong way. She was otherwise sure that she had found a good route on the map before she left. Just under 5 km along the small roads. But she must have been turned once too soon. Suddenly there were some turns she didn't understand. At one point the road ended, so she had to run across a field and through a small forest. Now for a while she had followed a very hilly road without striping.
Milla stopped to look at the map on her phone. She had run several kilometers in the wrong direction. Her fingers were icy cold. She was thirsty and needed to pee a little.
She stood for a while, considering calling her mother, when she heard another car approaching from behind. She stepped slightly to the side. The other cars that had passed had driven in wide arcs around her at high speed. But this one drove like it was braking. Milla stood and watched the car approach. It was a red Jeep. She could see that the driver was wearing black, Matrix-like sunglasses, but couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman.
- Do you need a lift?
The car stopped next to Milla without turning off the engine. A woman poked her head out of the rolled-down side window. Milla took the headphones out of her ears.
- Are you hurt? Asked the woman
- No, Milla answered out of breath. She was angry with herself for running too far and was almost crying.
- I just need a break
- You're getting cold, said the woman. Hop in, I can drive you home
- That would actually be great. Thanks, Milla said, while the woman was already rolling up the window again. She clearly didn't like what the wind was doing to her hair.
Milla walked in front around the car. For a moment she felt like a deer caught in the glare of a pair of headlights. But fallow deer are slim and light on their toes. Milla was much too big, she thought. A matron. She was disgusted with herself as she got into the passenger seat. The car looked very clean. It smelled of tea tree oil inside. A natural disinfectant. The radio was playing at low volume, she couldn't hear which channel. Perhaps the woman had turned it down, deciding to call out to Milla. Milla turned her head and looked directly at her. She was wearing tight black jeans and a black leather belt with a silver buckle. A short, bronze-colored zip-up jacket that stood wide open, like a row of train tracks that had been split apart, and then the sunglasses. She couldn't tell if the woman was looking at her or at the road ahead of them.
- Where are you going?
- God home
- Okay! You've run a long way then
The woman sounded reassuringly encouraging, educational. Her voice became hoarse as it rose to the lighter layer. Milla wondered if there was strength in her sunglasses since she kept them on.
- I totally lost my sense of direction
The woman's laugh was bird-like. She actually reminded Milla a lot of a beautiful, brown bird. A female blackbird or a quail.
- Are you freezing?
- A little
The woman's hands were freckled. Milla noticed her nails, which were not very long and were only painted with a clear polish as the woman turned up the heat. The fan now completely drowned out the radio.
- Take some water if you want
There was a half-full bottle of Egekilde in the cup holder. The woman had undoubtedly drunk from it herself. But Milla unscrewed the lid anyway, and drank in large gulps. It was sparkling water. The carbonation stung all the way down her throat, as if she had eaten something very spicy. Milla stifled a cough. She drank almost all the water that was left in the bottle. She could have drunk it all, but as she drank it occurred to her that it would probably be a little rude. That made her control herself and put the bottle back with a few cm of water in it. The woman laughed again. Milla started to smile. They drove past a collection of low houses, and a sign showing the speed limit of 30 km per hour. Children lived in the houses. Children playing near the road. Milla looked out at the houses and caught sight of herself in the side mirror. Her bangs were disheveled. She was trying to grow it back. She was completely red in the head. The training clothes were something she had brought straight from the laundry basket. The sweat had collected between her breasts, making a large wet spot on the front of the t-shirt. She really needed to pee now. They drove on past flat, spring-sown fields. They looked absolutely plush. But a little further on, there again seemed to be an area of forest.
- Sorry, but you may have to stop over there in the forest. I actually have to pee quite a lot
- I think you will get cold if you get out of the car again now and go into the forest. You are completely wet. How about we drive to my house so you can borrow the toilet? I live 5 min. from here. Do you think you can last that long?
- I can easily do that
Milla actually had doubts.
- Good. Then we do it
They passed a sign pointing left towards Gudhjem. 5 km, it said. They continued straight ahead. The road was now so narrow that Milla was not sure two cars would be able to pass each other. But so far they had encountered no oncoming traffic. It was also Tuesday and it couldn't be more than 2 p.m. Ordinary people were at work. Milla leaned over towards the woman to look at the clock in the car's display. 13:51.
- You are not from over here, the woman stated. What is your name?
- Camomile. I live in Copenhagen. But my parents moved to Gudhjem a year ago. My father works at the museum. What is your name?
- Marian
- And you live here permanently?
- Yes, it has been many years since I have been away from the island
- What is your job?
- I am a spinning instructor down in Rønne
- Is it far from where you live?
- It's half an hour's drive each way. But I'm not there every day
Marian turned the car to the right onto a dirt road. Egeskovvej was on the sign on the side of the road, but Milla couldn't make out whether it was the road they were driving onto or the road they were leaving. She felt more like this was a long driveway. Milla could hear the gravel breaking up under the car. It sounded like hail.
- So here we are
Marian parked in front of a small white house with gray painted windows and a gray front door. In front of the door was a planting of March violets. Maybe some that you could dry in the oven and candied. Milla waited in front of the door, trying not to look too needy while Marian lifted her sports bag out of the car's trunk. She was shorter than she looked when she was in the car, and very thin. She wore black boots with pointed toes and a small heel. She pressed the car key and the car locked with a flash with all the lights on. Then she opened the door to the house for Milla. It had not been locked at all. Milla bent down to take off her running shoes. She wanted to show Marian that she could reach down to her feet with outstretched legs, but she ended up bending her knees a little anyway. She was stiff after sitting in the car without stretching first. Marian remained standing on the doormat, right behind Milla's ass.
- The bathroom is in here on the right. So you can also take a bath if you want. Your muscles would benefit from the heat
Milla nodded. She could smell her armpits distinctly as she bent down. The T-shirt had not been washed since the last run. Maybe Marian had also smelled her in the car. Maybe that was why she wanted to give her a bath before driving her home again. Marian really had to make an exception when she picked up Milla, all sweaty and muddy. She seemed to be the kind of person who made a big deal out of herself on a daily basis, always had a change of clothes with her, and spent a long time putting on make-up after her workout at the gym.
In the bathroom, Milla hurried to pee. She peed a hard, transparent stream that she was sure Marian could hear hit the toilet bowl. The tracksuit collapsed into a muddy puddle on the wide, white marble tiles as she took it off. The hoodie, the t-shirt, the pre-washed leggings, the sports bra, the wet socks, and finally the white thong that most of all looked like a piece of lost dental floss on top of all the darkness. The mirror covered the entire wall behind the sink. Milla saw herself in it. Her sweaty skin made the surface mist a little. She relaxed her body so that her stomach was distended. She was bloated. She flexed her thighs slightly so that skin met skin beneath her crotch. She threw her shoulders back and tilted her head from side to side, studying her jawline. A far too indistinct line, she thought. Unreadable. She ran her fingers through her hair, gathering it into a high ponytail in one clenched hand.
- I'll come right in with a clean towel for you
It gave Milla a small jolt. She let go of her hair and moved it to one side. She smiled at the door.
- Can I come in?
Marian was still waiting for Milla's consent.
- The door is open, Milla said loudly. Her voice trembled a little. The handle went down and Marian stepped in, still with the little pointed boots on her feet.
- Are you just standing and looking at yourself a bit? she asked. I can understand that
Marian came over and stood next to Milla. Without the sunglasses, Milla could see that she was older than she had first thought. Probably only a few years younger than her mother. She had a thick layer of mascara on her eyelashes and her lips were smeared with pink lip gloss. She smelled of a citrusy perfume, and maybe a bit of cigarette smoke. A smoker.
- You are really beautiful, Milla. Have you noticed that you look like Queen Caroline Mathilde?
- Who is it?
- A completely angelic and very lovely woman who never ran away
Marian laughed her bird laugh.
- Haven't you seen A Royal Affair?
Milla shook her head.
- In reality, it doesn't matter either, because it is Nathalie Portman who plays her in the film. So mind blowing
Marian put a hand on Milla's lower back and stroked it over one of her balls. The hair stood up on Milla's arms and legs. She had goosebumps. Her nipples were stiff. Marian wedged herself between Milla and the sink. That made Milla immediately lean forward and kiss her greedily. She had a lot of saliva in her mouth. She made Marian sit on the edge of the table next to the sink, her little ass could just be there. As they kissed, Milla undid her belt and zipped her jeans down. She stepped a little to the side. Turned her hand so she could get her fingers down to Marian's panties. As she tried to pull them aside, she could feel a wet spot on the outside. She rubbed it. Marian was so wet it made Milla think of snail slime. Milla couldn't stand still. She was eager with her fingers, but also afraid of ruining the zipper on Marian's jeans. They seemed expensive. Marian leaned her head on Milla's shoulder and pressed herself close to her. Milla could feel her soft breasts under the blouse. Her abdomen followed the movements of Milla's fingers. Again Milla caught sight of herself in the mirror. Most of her upper body protruded behind Marian. She let out a small moan. She felt strong and light, like she was made of fiberglass. Marian's auburn, frizzy hair tickled Milla's chest. I'm a giver, Milla thought, that's cool enough. Then Marian pushed Milla to jump down. Her abdomen bumped against Milla's thigh.
- Come, Marian asked
She led the naked Milla further into the house, past a white kitchen, and through the living room, which had many windows facing a long garden. The French doors were open to the bedroom at the end. Marian laid on her back in bed and Milla pulled her pants off before sticking two fingers up into her again. Her fingers formed into a strong claw. Marian began to run her middle finger over the tip of her clit. Milla held the claw as she watched Marian touch herself. She was stuck between her legs. She wanted to stick anything in her pussy right now, a dick, a dildo, a washed carrot. Marian began to tremble. Milla leaned forward and licked her nearest nipple.
- Yes, said Marian weakly, more
But Milla could hardly stand it any longer. She sat uneasily on the bed as she licked and at the same time held on to Marian's pussy. The small hairs prickled against her sweaty palm. She wanted to climb up and sit on Marian's face, but at the same time she didn't want to let go. Marian's vaginal wall felt raisin-like. Milla began to make tiny circles with her fingertips, without releasing the pressure. Then Marian suddenly stretched out her legs. Milla had to pull her hand away with a jerk as she rolled onto her stomach. Marian spluttered several times like a little seal as the orgasm washed through her. Then she lay still. Milla held her breath to listen to Marian draw hers. It seemed like she was deep in her own world. She turned on her side, her back to Milla, and stretched her body out like a bow. Her balls became tight and puckered. Milla could hear Marian's fingers slip in and out of her for a moment and bent over her to see the thick threads of juice her fingers brought out. Marian began to touch her clit again, quite lightly while holding the buckle in her body. She was a thin, swaying willow branch there in the bed. Milla dropped her gaze to her toes, which were sticking straight up into the air. No more than 10 seconds passed before Marian had returned. This time she didn't seem like she was in a trance. Rather wide awake. Marian got up on all fours, and with a gentle pat on the bedspread signaled for Milla to lie down. Then she turned around and climbed on top of her. Milla could smell her dark asshole. She reached out to touch it, but Marian stuck her arm back, pushing her hand away. Milla only had to concentrate on being licked. It was difficult for her. She felt herself becoming more self-conscious. The juices stopped flowing. Maybe Marian felt it too. It was mostly her saliva that made Milla wet now. She got up from the bed.
- Stay lying down, she said to Milla
Milla concentrated on breathing in and out through her nose.
- Close your eyes, said Marian. Milla did as she said. The last thing she saw was that Marian had pulled out the top drawer of the chest of drawers that stood next to the wall. Soon after, she felt something cold and smooth and humming being carried up into her. She concentrated on relaxing her muscles, feeling the pleasure grow stronger the less she tensed.
- Should I turn it up? Marian asked
- A little, Milla answered
Marian pressed something she couldn't see and the hum grew louder. Milla felt that ray through her entire body. She felt pierced by small, icy green lightning bolts. She squirmed. Her fingers found per automatically down to the dune. Its left side almost hurt with sensitivity. She used the tip of her index finger to rub herself with it. When she felt herself coming, she couldn't hold back her sounds any longer and when she did, she let out a long, deep, almost plaintive moan. Marian pulled the dildo out of her with one swipe. The orgasm made Milla's eyelids tremble. She raised her arms above her head and stretched to her full length to spread the pleasure to her fingers and toes. The bedspread crackled. After a long sigh, Milla opened her eyes. Marian was kneeling next to her, with a smile, and a large, black dildo in her hand. It was streaked white with dried juices. They looked at each other in silence for a moment.
- Well, then you didn't take a shower, said Marian. Then we'll have to see if I can bear to have you in the car one more time
Her voice had suddenly become harsher, domineering. Milla winced.
- Isn't there a bus to Gudhjem from here? Milla asked, sitting up
- I'm kidding, sweetie, said Marian. Find your clothes
Milla wasn't quite sure. But she liked the way Marian said sweetie, like they were best friends. She also liked the decisive Marian. She wanted to be pressed hard into the mattress by her. She wanted them to run across the fields together. Just once in a while of course, just for fun. And then she would only need to exercise when the two of them were together.
- Can I come down and train with you in Rønne? Milla asked
- You always can. Just promise me to keep a Snickers in your pocket for later. I don't mind such a health freak
Marian snorted. Milla got up and went naked into the living room. Careful so the wooden floor didn't splinter her. She took a moment to find her way back to the bathroom. The damp gym clothes lay where she had left them. Clung to her skin when she put it on. In the entrance hall, she noticed how much rubbish she had brought in. But Marian didn't seem to want to do anything about it yet. She had already gone out to the car and had left the front door open behind her. Her heels crunched in the gravel. Milla got in and they drove off.
- Now you know where I live, said Marian, when they had driven for a while in silence. But you don't have my number. Do you want it?
- Yes, said Milla
She took her phone out of her hoodie pocket and unwound it from the headphones. The music still played like a low scratch in them. Rihanna. She hadn't turned it off. Milla dialed the number Marian dictated.
- Then you can write when you're over here. You haven't seen the rest of the house either
- I'm just sending you a message. Then you have mine too
Milla sent the message. Soon after, she heard Marian's phone buzzing in her jacket pocket. Marian didn't respond to that.
- Write if you come to Copenhagen
- I rarely do that, said Marian. But yes, I have to write
The car turned onto the tank above the city.
- Is it okay if I drop you off here? It is so difficult to drive around the city streets with this big car, and I still have to refuel
- It's so nice. I'm almost home. Thanks for the help today
- My pleasure. Look out for yourself when you run around Copenhagen
- I probably will
- And come back soon. You are always welcome
Milla laughed in a way she hadn't done in a long time. It was a smug laugh. Marian leaned against her as far as the seat belt would allow. They kissed for a long time before Milla opened the car door and got out
